I am once again thinking about Luffy tracing the scar on Hana’s back — the one she got from defending her home from the Gwishin alone. She’s naked in bed beside him, a little bit of that tough, marred skin barely visible beneath the strands of her brown hair.
He’d move it gently, brushing her hair away to look at the scar. It feels like his own, and he wonders if she ever gets nightmares about hers too. If she relives the moments of that day over and over, just like he does sometimes.
Hana would do the same for him, gently tracing the raised skin. Leaning down to press a soft kiss right in the middle of his chest while he gives a quiet ‘shishishi’.
She wonders if it ever hurts him — if it’s numb, or aches from time to time like hers.