Luffy Hawaiian Shirt の小説・ストーリー

The young man asked. I was stunned for a while. Kiel suddenly waved one of his palms in front of me causing me to quickly come to my senses. She immediately composed herself and then slightly cleared her throat. "Uhm...you're here too". She said then smiled awkwardly. The man nodded so I looked at his waist. I just noticed that the man was wearing blue hawaiian shorts and a polo shirt. The buttons on his polo shirt were open so I could clearly see his strong chest and even his pandesal abs.

Luna's POV: I'm standing next to Tatum's bed looking at the shirt he's laid out for me. It's a soft grey color and thicker than the last one. I pick the shirt up and bury my face in it inhaling the masculine scent that lies within it. I hurry and dry myself off snapping my fingers to make a pair of underwear appear before slipping the soft cotton shirt over my body.

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

Kaira said handing me an outfit that was neatly folded. "What's that?" I asked taking it. "it's a chitenge shirt. Mel will be wearing the same thing. In a dress ofcourse," I unfolded it and it was a light blue traditional shirt with white designs that looked like flowers and also had wavy white lines in between the flowers. There were some specks of orange in between the white lines. "Wear it and let's see if it fits!" I wore it and it fit me like it was just made for me,

He said in frustration and removed my shirt slowly minding my injuries. “Huh! Hawwww!” he certainly was behaving like an angry wife. “I designed this shirt when it was my 20th birthday.” He said holding my shirt in his hands and had huge smile on his face remembering his past, it was habitual that I wore the clothes he designed, and jam-packed my wardrobe with his brand, ‘L’humanit`e’. “Yeah? I love this one a lot.” I said trying to impress him, not knowing why I wanted to do so.

“Come on, Tiara, we’re up next.” She looks uncertain. “I can’t play with bikinis on,” she looks over at the people on the beach preparing for the next game, then she turns and her eyes meet mine, “give me your shirt,” she demands. “What?” “You want me hitting balls in a bikini?” she drags out the words, so they sound sensual to my ears. Jackson raises a hand. “Well, I for one don’t mind.” I’m wearing a Hawaii beach shirt and I already feel uncomfortable with the way that bikini is affecting my resolve so in swift movements, I unbutton the shirt and pass it on to her.

It was sweet and chaste. “You did well.” He said, smiling warmly. “Thank you.” I wanted to get out of my skirt suit and into something more comfortable so we went inside. Lio sat on my bed while I changed clothes. He was wearing Khaki shorts that came down past his knees with a plaid, long sleeve shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The shirt was beige, baby blue, and white. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone and he’d brushed his hair back into a low ponytail. His shoes were baby blue and white low top Nike Air Forces; I adored his fashion sense.

Grabbing the shirt and handing it to me. I stared at him for a few minutes. “Alpha Eric and I have history.” He said before finding a few more items to add to my arms. “I owe him a debt I may never be able to repay.” He smiled and for the first time he didn’t seem so creepy. On our way out the door I was satisfied with what we had found. A few nice items of each size and a few casual clothes. Jason found something that snagged his attention and abruptly stuffed the clothes he was carrying into my arms. He returned with the biggest stupid grin on his face. “Just in case.” He said producing a blue and yellow Hawaiian shirt that looked to be the size of a two person tent.

“Fish two for one.” He couldn’t help but laugh. He laughed even harder as the child pointed to her dad’s shirt with the island outline on it “Take off before washing.” Today, Mike wore khaki slacks and a plain black polo shirt. He now refused to wear anything with writing that he could not read. His hair was kept short for military regulations, but he did not shave today.

They both wore Islanders, leather sandals. I was wearing a thin white long-sleeved shirt, tied at the front, and denim shorts. Lazarus strongly opposed me wearing this thin shirt, thinking it looked too transparent and my black lacy bra could be seen, but he couldn't do anything when I reminded him of all his wrongdoings towards me. Fortunately, he understood. It's not like my shirt was that thin anyway. He's just overreacting.