She whispers: "Luffy...?" He nods, beaming. Suddenly, her expression explodes into joy. She throws her arms around him in a rush of childhood nostalgia and emotion. They spin briefly, laughing. The stage, once grand and imposing, now feels intimate — like two old friends meeting in the middle of a long-forgotten playground. But beneath the laughter, there's an undercurrent—of time lost, of paths diverged, and of a dream Y/N still holds tightly to... even if it might set her at odds with him
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