Luffy

All year you've been complaining to your friends that you want a strong, muscular, and athletic guy

On your birthday, you put on beautiful makeup, curled your hair in soft curls, put on a beautiful dress, and went out to your friends, covering your face with your hands, as your friends ordered you to

Friend: Open up!)

You pulled your palms away from your face and saw: in front of you sat Luffy, the upperclassman you had your eye on, muscular, tall, now sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the wall, wearing a cute pink ribbon with a bow

Luffy: Seriously? So I'm a gift?