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[MONKEY D. LUFFY]

You had just wanted to relax and have a little moment for yourself when Luffy burst into the bathroom, his usual grin plastered across his face, and without skipping a beat, he shouted, “What are you doing? A bath? I'll take it with you!"

You froze, towel in hand, your face turning red at the unexpected intrusion. “Luffy!” you groaned, “What the hell are you doing? Wait! The water is far too-"

But it was already too late. Luffy, oblivious to your protests, had already stripped off his clothes and, with a reckless, carefree laugh, leapt into the bath with a loud splash.

The water churned, and half of the damn thing splattered out of the bathtub that you would have to clean later, as the sound of Luffy’s surprised yelp echoed throughout the bathroom. “Ow! What the hell?! That’s boiling!" He screamed and scrambled out of the tub as if it had suddenly turned into a fire pit, his face contorted in pain. "Are you trying to cook yourself?!”

You sighed and rubbed your temples. So typical. “That’s why I tried to warn you, Luffy,” you huffed, then tried not to laugh at his misery. “Next time, maybe listen to me, okay?”

He glared at the steam rising from the water, still too hot for his comfort, but you couldn’t help but notice how hilarious he looked, his body already covered in red splotches when he barely spent a few seconds in there.

“You really okay in there?” Luffy asked. “That’s gotta hurt, right?”

You smiled lazily and slumped into the water, the heat surprisingly soothing. “I feel totally fine,” you said, and sank deeper into the steamy warmth. It was just the way you liked it. “I actually wish it could be even hotter!”

Luffy’s eyes widened in disbelief, which didn't happen often, as you would know. “What?! Even hotter? It's already like lava!"

You nodded, grinning wide. “So hot the meat falls off my bones!” you joked.

Luffy didn't seem to like that image as he scrunched his face. "You're really crazy," he said, then his stomach growled. "Now I want something cold to drink! I'll ask Sanji to make us smoothies!"

[PORTGAS D. ACE]

The steam from the shower fogged the mirror, thick and warm. The sound of water hitting the tiles was oddly soothing, too, but your impatience was starting to take over.

"Come on! It'll be fun! And you smell anyway!" you said once again. You had practically begged Ace to join you the whole time, and he was still adamant about not getting in!

"No, I don't!" He countered and crossed his arms. He was being more stubborn than usual for some reason. At this point, you weren't even sure if he was actually this lazy or if his aversion to water had something to do with him being a Devil Fruit user or something.

Well, it didn't really matter. You were determined to get him in here, no matter the reason, and you always got what you wanted.

"Oh, yeah?" You raised a brow. "When was the last time you showered?"

Ace thought for a moment, then looked away, and said, "....Last Tuesday?"

This was truly unbelievable.

"Today is Monday, you skunk!"

"Ugh, okay!" he groaned, finally relenting and following you into the bathroom. Really, someone would think you were going to drown him in there with how he was acting. And if he kept doing this, maybe you would.

Once in, the two of you undressed and stepped into the shower. The water poured down from the overhead, hot as hell, just the way you liked it. And Ace seemed to appreciate it, too, despite his previous endeavour.

After a few minutes, you turned toward him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Ace blinked in surprise, but returned the embrace just the same.

"You’re so needy today," he said, teasing you, but still seemingly curious as well. "Is there anything in particular as to why?"

You grinned up at him. Yes, there absolutely was a reason. "Get hot."

His eyebrows shot up. He probably thought you meant something else. Heh. "What?"

"Come on, get hot!" You said again. "The water is not hot enough! So use your Devil Fruit and get hot!"

"It's already like a sauna in here!" he protested while laughing, and looked at your already red skin. "Do you want to get roasted or something?"

You nodded eagerly. That sounded so good, actually! And was the exact reason you had dragged his ass here. That, and because he was actually about to stink up the ship. "Make me burn, Ace!"

Ace stared at you as though you had actually lost your mind completely, and for a moment, you thought he might actually leave you hanging. But then, he sighed dramatically, as if resigned to his fate, and pulled you closer. "Well, the lady gets what she wants, I guess. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though!"

[SABO]

It was three in the morning, and the sun wasn't even peeking over the horizon yet. The sky was as dark as it would get, and everyone else on the island was still sleeping as far as you were concerned. But you and Sabo had to get ready. The plan was to be on the road before five, and time wasn’t waiting for either of you.

Sabo was already up, his face half-shaven, his usually messy hair even more disheveled than usual. His eyes were heavy, and he looked just as sleepy as you, but thankfully, the determination to get everything packed and organized was enough to keep him moving.

You, however, were already deep in your own morning struggle with exhaustion still tugging at your bones. There was no way you could face the road ahead without a shower first. So, uou hurried into the small bathroom, hopeful to make the most of the little time you had, and cranked up the little amount of hot water the apartment still had.

The sound of the spray was enough to calm you, but the warmth? It was something else entirely. The steam filled the small space, and you were practically melting into the heat. Your eyes closed as you let the water wash you, and you stood there under the scorching stream like you were trying to see if you could boil yourself alive.

A few minutes later, you heard Sabo coming in.

“…Are you trying to burn yourself?” He asked you from the door, both sounding amused and equally concerned. “That can’t be good for you.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Sabo,” you grinned at him. “It’s not a real shower if it doesn’t feel like the inside of a volcano!”