Are you sure It's him? One Piece x Reader

My Bike.

After making some pasta, meaning mac and cheese, I headed back to the table and handed Kid a plate before sitting down with my own. While I was making the meal for us, he didn't move from his seat and just looked at me the whole time I was cooking. Which wasn't the best because I could barely focus on what I was doing.

Once I gave him the plate of food, he looked at it for a bit before picking up the fork, which was on his plate, and ate his first bite of it. While he was doing this I was looking at him to see what his reaction would be, hoping he likes it.

"...This is good..." was all he said before eating more of it, it seemed that he was shocked at my skills of cooking, like, he didn't believe it. His words brought a smile to my face before I started to eat mine. "...So..." I started out, trying to pick up a conversation with him and making it less awkward, "what were you doing around the alleyway near me?" I look up at him to see that he has already finished his plate.

Wow, must have been hungry.

"I work for people, especially the older people that live around here." He kept his answer short, probably didn't want to say much to me. "Oh...what type of work do you do?" I asked, though he probably wanted to keep it on the low, I wanted to know.

"Just stuff...like fixing cars, bikes-almost anything with engineering." My eyes light up when he said that, I love hearing about others talents and dreams. It just always brought a smile to my face.

"Really?!" I said a bit loudly with excitement in my voice, a smile slowly making its way to my face. Kid just looked a bit shocked to see my reaction but once he was out of his little-shocked state, he seemed to be all hyped up.

"Hell yeah, I am!" He smirked, putting his one of his arms on the table and putting his cheek in the palm of his hand. "Sometimes the work can get a bit heavy, which is why I work out sometimes."

Without either of us realizing it, it's been about two hours of us just talking about his dreams and mine, and little things here and there. I was so distracted by our conversation that I didn't feel any of my cramps.

When we finally did realize the time, it was almost six. "Ah, I better go." I look at him for an explanation, not really wanting him to go. "I gotta help out some of the older people in my apartment complex."

"Ah, I see. Is there a certain time you're supposed to be there?" I asked, hoping he would say later and could stay a bit longer.

"Right now, actually."

"Well, you could always stay a bit long-What do you mean right now?!"

"I lost track of mine while talking to you." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world as if I was supposed to know his schedule. "I'm sorry..." I spoke sadly, feeling bad that I kept him this long.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine. It was my fault anyways." He patted my head, trying to cheer me up. Though it did cheer me up but not in the way he was thinking. My face was popping up with some colour red and my heart beating in my chest.

IT'S A SIMPLE PAT ON THE HEAD. SLOW DOWN HEART. STOP IT- wait a minute!

"S-since I kept you here, I can give you my bike to borrow!" I left him to go to my room to grab the keys. When I entered my room, I grabbed the keys and came out to see that Kid was still standing there.

"Come on, it's this way!" I said like a little child that is about to show their friends the most wonderful hiding spot ever. I even grabbed his hand when I was walked past him and headed for the door.

"You don't have to do this-" before he could say anything else, I cut him off. "It's fine, really," I said as we started walking down the stairs. "I never really use my bike because I don't know how to ride it," I admitted to him.

"You don't know how to ride a bike?" He asked, and if I could see his face I could see how cute he was when he was confused.

I nodded my head.

When we got to the end of the stairs I pulled him over to my garage door, which was the last door on this floor. The ground floor is completely made up of garages and since they're bigger than the apartments upstairs, there wasn't a whole lot of them.

Once we got to the door, I look at Kid, who's looking more confused and interested than ever now. I giggle to myself and opened the door to see my garage and the storage that's in it. My bike was in the center of the room and before I could say anything, Kid beats me to it.

"THAT'S YOUR BIKE?"

I turned to Kid, "yeah, what did you think I was talking about?"

"A BICYCLE, NOT A MOTORCYCLE!" Kid stares in shock at me. I look back to my bike and then to him, but not before I start giggling at him.

"Why would you think that?" Kid still looks at me shock before shaking his head. "Never mind."

Still laughing to myself at the whole thing, I put the keys in his hands. "Here," I started out, "take good care of it and give it back to me on Monday. Sounds good?"

"Are...are you sure about this?"

"Of course I am, it's my fault that you're late," I said, noticing that he still looks unconvinced.

"No...I mean... are you sure to trust me with this? ..." He eyed the bike. I smiled to myself.

How cute...he's definitely not everything everyone says about him. Even though the bike is old, it still has its game to it!

"Yeah, I trust you." Kid looks back at me, still not believing that this is real. The look on his face screamed shocked. "I mean, you've helped me out and saved me from what those guys were about to do to me. So, of course, I trust you. If I can trust you with my life, I can definitely trust you with my bike." He looks at the keys, then to me, then the keys, and to me once more before softly saying, "...thanks (Y/n)..."

"It's not a problem!" I smiled at him cheerfully and when I looked him in the eyes, that's when I knew I couldn't move. We stood there for a bit before either of us did anything. Kid started walking towards the bike before he suddenly stops and turns around to me.

Before I could ask him what's wrong, he leans towards me and kissed my cheek. My body turned to stone and my mind went elsewhere, and my cheeks were burning red.

"...Thanks again, (Y/n)." He said in a low tone of voice, before getting on the bike and left. My heart is pounding in my chest and my face is so red that I feel light headed.

If only I wasn't focusing on myself, I could have noticed Kid's face when he drove past me. It was redder than my own face.

CALM DOWN GIRLY. IT'S NOT LIKE HE KISSED YOU ON THE LIPS LIKE LAW DID!

My face is growing redder and redder by the thought.

Gosh, I have to work something out. I can't just keep having these thoughts. What am I? A pervert?