Your mother has only one wish for you.
"Stay with people that makes you happy", that's what she said before she leaves.
The day she died, was the day you met your Dad. He has glasses and a nice pink fur coat.
One look, you can tell you were of the same. Yet...you refused to take his hand.
Ironically though, you took the money he offered.
Quite a sum for one person.
But it wasn't enough.
***
You met my friends when you were starting in highschool.
Group of individuals with promising talent. They are very amazing, in everyway.
"Mind if I use the kitchen, (y/n)-chan?", Sanji asked.
"Y-yeah sure", you said hesitantly.
"Ah...(y/n) The controller is broken", Luffy said.
"That's okay, I still have a spare one...", you said.
But few minutes later, Robin received a text. "Sabo texted me, they said they got in"
They were talking about the college exam that Sabo and Ace took. 'should I go to college?', you thought to yourself.
"(Y/n), we gotta go. They said they'll treat us dinner", Nami said.
"Really?", you asked. But Nami's face look at you, "But...I don't know, they said it's only us..."
"Oh, that's okay..."
"I already ate anyway", you only said.
Before they leave, "Sorry, (Y/n)-chan. I promise to come back and help you clean up", Sanji said.
You only nod, as you already heard that yet, Sanji will only apologize the next day since he cannot go back here...for the reason he is busy.
Starting to clean up your house, that became a somewhat friend hang out place. Looking at the cupboards and seeing that no food inside, even the fridge.
You just did your this month's grocery. The money that you manage to save was poured to buy that game console luffy and the gang like. Yet now the limited edition controller were both busted.
They all thought it was a knock off.
Actually...all your furniture, came from your dad.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
Not even a single food was left for you. "How should I get by?", you suddenly asked. "Should I work extra for Uncle Zeff? He wouldn't mind....right?"
Calculating the times you have to work, and calculating the amount of sleep you have, even the amount of work could be done..
You heard a knock, "wait...", you continued calculating, yet she still heard a knock.
Gritting your teeth and look at the door way, opening it to see..."Happy birthday...(Y/n)...", now that you remembered why you initially invited the gang to her house.
It was your birthday.
Your eyes started to shine not because of happiness but sadness. Uncontrollable sob as the shine started to become a well of tears.
"A-am I...am I a bad person?", you suddenly asked.
The boy didn't know what to do and instead of putting the cake down he was the one to make a wish.
Putting it down and hugged you. "I-its okay... You're not a bad person", he console you. "You never are."
***
After that day, a few months came by, and you...
