The Going Merry had never seen such thorough use.
By the time dawn crept over the horizon, Mira and Takuya had made love on nearly every surface of the ship—the galley table, the mast's rigging, the crow's nest (where Mira nearly slipped off, saved only by Takuya's iron grip), even the figurehead (which earned a breathless giggle from Mira as the sea spray licked her bare skin).
Takuya had been relentless, his stamina seemingly endless, his hands and mouth leaving no inch of her untouched. Mira, for her part, had heard time matching him— however which was easily solved through cookies, not some special cookies, just normal cookies was more enough to get her up.
Both of them did everything they wanted, every bite, every scratch, every sinful whisper—until they collapsed in a tangled heap in the captain's quarters, sweat-slicked and sated.
But they weren't fools.
Before the crew could return, Takuya had Mira wipe down every surface, erase every trace of their activities—while he repaired the torn seams of her clothes with a flick of his fingers and a muttered incantation.
By the time the Straw Hats stumbled back aboard, the ship was spotless, the air smelled faintly of salt and soap, and Mira was innocently lounging on the deck, humming as if she hadn't spent the night being thoroughly ruined.
Takuya leaned against the railing, arms crossed, smirking as the exhausted crew trudged up the plank.
Luffy was the first to notice the small, furry creature hiding behind Zoro's legs.
"Huh?!" The rubber man's eyes bulged. "A tanuki?! Is that emergency food?!"
"You forgot already? Didn't you go all the way to invite him to join our crew now you even forgot about him?" Zoro pointed out sighing at luffy's antiques.
Chopper squeaked, ducking further behind Zoro. "I-I'm a reindeer! And I'm not food!"
Takuya tilted his head, eyeing Chopper with amusement. "So, Luffy… is this the emergency rations you mentioned?"
Luffy grinned, slapping Takuya's back hard enough to make a normal man stumble. "You get it! You're so smart, Takuya!"
Chopper's fur stood on end. "NOOOO—!"
Nami's fist slammed into Luffy's skull with a resounding THWACK!
"STOP SCARING HIM, YOU IDIOT!" She had turned into a proper oni.
Mira, meanwhile, poked Luffy's limp body with a stick. "Huh. He's still breathing. Disappointing."
Takuya chuckled, watching Nami huff and cross her arms. "Glad to see you've recovered, Navigator."
Nami's eyes narrowed. "Oh? And where the hell were you while I was dying on a freezing mountain?"
Takuya shrugged. "Healing the villagers."
A beat of silence.
Then—
"WHAT?!" The entire crew shouted in unison.
Usopp gaped. "You could've told us! We wouldn't have had to drag Nami up that damn mountain!"
Sanji's cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth. "You mean we risked her life for nothing?!"
Takuya's smirk didn't waver. "I gave them medicine through the cookies."
Another stunned pause.
Then—
"COOKIES?!"
Zoro's eyes twitched. "You're telling me your damn cookies had medicine in it?!"
Takuya crossed his arms. "Not all of them but ones I want. Didn't I say during the little garden that you don't know anything about me?
And the last I checked, every time I gave Luffy cookies, someone"—his gaze flicked to Nami—"called me a drug dealer and told him not to trust me."
Nami's face flushed. "W-Well—!"
"Second," Takuya continued, voice sharpening, "You don't trust me. You keep me at arm's length, don't ask for my help, and don't respect my skills. I'm not some attention-starved hero who does charity for people who treat me like a suspicious stranger."
The crew fell silent, guilt flickering across their faces.
Luffy, now revived, scratched his head. "Huh. So… more cookies?"
Mira sighed. "And this is why we don't explain things."
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the Merry's deck as Takuya leaned against the railing, watching the Straw Hats with amusement.
His fingers idly ruffled Luffy's wild black hair as the rubber-limbed captain continued his playful struggle with Mira over the last cookie, his arms stretching comically while she dangled it just beyond his reach.
A smirk played across Takuya's lips as he addressed the crew, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe next time, Captain," he drawled, "you'll actually ask before assuming.
Who knows? You might have spared yourself the trouble of hauling your rubbery ass up an ice mountain with a half-dead patient on your back."
His sharp gaze swept across the group, lingering pointedly on Nami before adding, "This so-called 'drug dealer' could have patched you all up and fed you. But I suppose that would require asking first. Shocking concept, isn't it?"
Luffy finally abandoned his cookie pursuit, turning to his crew with a grin so wide it threatened to split his face. "Shishishi! See?" he exclaimed, puffing out his chest with pride. "I told you he's fun! We could've gotten healed and eaten tasty food!"
His arms crossed triumphantly as he added, "I'm really good at picking friends, aren't I, hahaha?" The boundless confidence in his voice was so characteristically Luffy that it almost made the previous tension evaporate.
Zoro let out a long-suffering sigh, his calloused fingers resting on the hilt of Wado Ichimonji. The swordsman's usual sharp glare softened just a fraction as he grudgingly admitted, "Tch. Yeah, yeah... maybe we jumped the gun a little. Sorry"
He scratched the back of his head, the admission coming out begrudgingly, as if each word pained him. It was the closest thing to a proper apology anyone would get from the proud swordsman.
Nami's face burned with a mixture of shame and frustration, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her skirt. The navigator couldn't meet anyone's eyes after Takuya's pointed reminder about her earlier accusations.
Without a word, she spun on her heel, her orange hair whipping behind her as she stormed toward the cabin. The sharp stomp of her sandals against the wooden deck betrayed her irritation, though anyone who knew her could tell it was more embarrassment than anger.
Sanji exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his eyebrow twitching slightly as he regarded Takuya with a complex mixture of annoyance and reluctant respect. "Hmph," the cook muttered around his cigarette. "I'll admit, the food is good..."
His eye narrowed slightly as he added, "But don't think that means I trust you, bastard." The protective edge in his voice made it clear his loyalty to his crew remained unwavering.
The tension on the Merry's deck might have lingered if not for the sudden intervention of the crew's most food-motivated members, as soon as they inhaled the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies.
Chopper's small hooves clattered against the wooden planks as he bounced up and down with unrestrained excitement, his big round eyes shining with hopeful anticipation.
His pink hat nearly toppled off his head from the energetic movement as he squeaked out, "T-Takuya-san! Do you have any more cookies? Please?" The reindeer's voice pitched higher with each word, his entire small body trembling with barely contained excitement.
Beside him, Usopp's long nose twitched visibly as he caught whiffs of the lingering sweet aroma in the air. The sniper rubbed his hands together eagerly, his eyes lighting up with the same intensity he usually reserved for tales of his exaggerated exploits.
"Yeah, man, my bad" he chimed in, leaning forward with undisguised enthusiasm, "Those cookies tasted absolutely amazing last time!
My stomach's growling just smelling the aroma, please give me some again!" His words tumbled out in rapid succession, his imagination clearly already running wild with the possibilities.
Even Vivi had her guard down, as she found her composure slipping as the delicious aroma teased her senses. The princess clasped her hands together politely in front of her, but the sparkle in her blue eyes betrayed her true feelings.
"If it's not too much trouble..." she began, her voice carrying that characteristic noble grace even as her fingers twitched with barely restrained anticipation, "might we trouble you for some more? They do smell wonderful."
A delicate blush colored her cheeks at her own eagerness, but the way her gaze kept darting toward where the cookies had been was unmistakable.
Zoro stood slightly apart from the group, his arms crossed in his usual defiant posture.
After a prolonged moment of uncharacteristic hesitation, his single visible eye flicked toward Takuya and he grunted out a demand that sounded almost reluctant, "...Strawberry. If you've got 'em."
The simple, gruff request was so quintessentially Zoro that it immediately drew an amused snort from Sanji, who had been observing the scene while leaning against the ship's railing, cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Oh-ho!" Sanji crowed, blowing out a stream of smoke with obvious delight at having found fresh ammunition. "Would you look at that, everyone! The great moss-headed swordsman has a sweet tooth! Who would've thought our resident brute had such delicate tastes?"
His eyebrow arched mockingly as he added, "Maybe next you'll start asking for tea parties with little pink umbrellas in your drinks?"
Before Zoro could retort, Luffy suddenly popped up between them, his rubbery limbs stretching as he bounced with unrestrained energy. "Me too! Me too!" the captain shouted, his voice booming across the deck with typical Luffy volume.
"I want meat-flavored cookies! No, wait - meat-stuffed cookies! No, wait - just a big cookie-shaped meat!" His eyes sparkled with stars as his imagination ran wild, saliva already beginning to gather at the corners of his mouth. The sheer Luffy-ness of the request made several crew members facepalm simultaneously.
Takuya, looking thoroughly amused by the entire spectacle, as he multiplied the cookies and turned hardly twelve cookies into a large basket full of cookies seemingly out of nowhere.
The moment he lifted the lid, a symphony of delicious aromas wafted through the air stronger then before- aroma of rich chocolate, zesty citrus, sweet berries, and other enticing scents that made everyone's mouths water.
"Alright, you scavengers," he said with mock exasperation, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his amusement, "I came prepared. Everyone gets their favorite."
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