It’s obvious when he thinks about it, it’s just… well, why would he have been thinking about that before?

It’s a realization that spurred butterflies to swarm in his chest, and they haven’t subsided since. It’s had him bouncing off the walls of the Sunny, tapping his feet anxiously by the transponder snail, and at the moment: moping over the side of the boat.

He hates it.

OR: Luffy grapples with what it means to have a crush.