Monkey D. Luffy, Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates, loved a good nap.

They reminded him of afternoons when it was too hot to spar or hunt that he, Sabo, and Ace would spend lazying around the treehouse. Later on, similar afternoons were spend dozing in a hammock on Going Merry and the Sunny when it was warm out or against Franky's broad back with a mug of hot cocoa he annoyed Sanji into making when the sea breeze whip up a good chill.

He didn't, however, like naps that involved being harassed by random animals.

"Shoo, shoo," he said, swatting at the dark gray bird that'd been pecking at his eye. It warbled and hopped away before flying up to perch on Luffy's head. "Off!" he snapped, waving it away before something caught his eye.

Three long marks, each about two inches wide, wrapped around his forearm; they were a dark orange in color and shiny like metal and even glinted in the sunlight when Luffy held up his arm to the sky.

"How did those get there?" he wondered out loud. Then he blinked, looked around at the tall buildings surrounded him, seeming to stretch all that way up to Skypiea, and the piles of smooshed cardboard boxes the littered the alleyway he'd just been sleeping in and blinked again. He turned to the pigeon, "How did I get here?"

The bird just squawked at him and flew off.

"Rude," Luffy huffed, sticking his tongue out at the pigeon before folding his arms and closing his eyes, deep in thought. If an outsider would have seen his expression, it would have reminded them of a very determined hamster on a wheel going nowhere fast. "Come on, brain! Think! Think! How did I get here?"

"Have a nice trip, Straw Hat Luffy! It'll be a while before you're back."

They'd been ambushed on their way to Zou from Dressrosa; the other pirate has been a big, fat with a big nose and nasty red hair that grew all around his face in every direction; it was nothing like Nami's hair which was pretty, shiny, and felt soft whenever she let him braid it. He and his crew weren't very impressive but when Luffy went to punch, he was hit in the chest with a blast of orange light.

At first, Luffy just felt all tingly… but then his stomach jerked and he was yanked backward; it felt like he was being sucked through a straw.

"Luffy!" Zoro had roared, leaping at him with his arm outstretched.

"Huh," Luffy thought, scratching the large, x-shaped scar on his chest, "I guess that is how I got here, Big Nose-guy must have blasted me."

But that didn't tell him anything about where he was.

And, more importantly, where his Nakama was.

It wasn't so much that he was worried they'd be hurt exactly. No, Luffy's crew was super strong, so were Chicken-Head and Tra-guy (who was definitely Nakama, even if he didn't want to admit it), and Sanji would never let anything happen to Nami, Robin, Brook, and Chopper.

Luffy missed them though; after being separated for two years, it hurt to be away from his friends so soon after meeting up again and he was really looking forward to meeting up again in Zou. He scrunched up his face; he was going to punch Big Nose-guy in the face for holding them up.

"Time to go find them, I guess," he said, hopping to his feet. "First I need to-"

He cut off by his own stomach letting out a loud growl.

"-find some meat!"

Like Sanji always said, you can't work on an empty stomach.

Dabi rolled his eyes as the voice on the phone nagged him.

'It is a shame one of those hands doesn't cover Shigaraki's stupid mouth,' he thought, hanging up and cutting the leader of the League of Villains of mid-spiel. He'd get chewed out for it later, perhaps, but he didn't care and nothing would come of it; Dabi was with the group for his own reasons and they needed his firepower. It was a partnership of convenience that neither was willing to break.

"What a drag," he sighed. 'I can't believe I have to put up with that dick until I finally get the chance to get my hands on-'

"Hey!"

Dabi turned at the sound of a voice calling out to him, already thinking that he'd have to start off the afternoon roasting some stupid cop or amateur hero. Instead, he saw an older teenager with shaggy black hair underneath a battered straw hat, round dark eyes, and a slim yet extremely muscular build wearing a worn pair of denim shorts with a yellow sash tied around his waist, sandals, and a long-sleeved red cardigan left open to reveal a gnarly X-shaped scar.

'How'd a kid get a scar that bad?' Dabi couldn't help but wonder. 'His old man must be a real piece of work.'

The kid was jogging towards him, sandal soles slapping against the pavement which each step, and skidded to a stop when he neared. "Wow," the kid blinked; he had another scar under his left eye, long and thin, white from age. "What happened to you?"

The villain scowled and considered turning the brat into charcoal but stopped when he saw the look in the kid's eyes. Unlike the pity or disgust most people showed when they saw him, the kid only liked at Dabi with open curiosity, like the villain was wearing a cool shirt or something. In fact, it reminded Dabi of a little kid's innate interest about everything slightly unusual they came across.

The nice thing about kids is that they are, in general, very honest about their emotions; they didn't try to fake happiness or sympathy or friendliness or understanding. When kids had a question, they just asked and moved on, accepting what they were told.

"Fell asleep in a firepit," Dabi growled. "Now tell me what you want, kid, or beat it, I got things to do."

"Kid? You're not that much older than me," he said, cocking his head to the side before giving a bright, sunny smile and rubbing his stomach. "Where can I find some meat, Scar-guy? I'm starving!"

'Scar-guy? What the hell…' Dabi really should have just roasted the kid and moved on but, instead, just thumbed in the direction of a nearby izakaya. "Get on the main road and go left for a couple of minutes, you see a place with a red and gold roof; they have good food."

The kid gave him another, annoyingly bright, smile and after a quick, "Thanks, Scar-guy!" ran off towards the main road chanting, "Meat, meat, meat."

Dabi watched him go, "What a weirdo."

Still, it wasn't his problem so he just shrugged and rubbed the thick, dead skin under his eye. Another day, another step closer to his goal.