It's a rainy day in a small port town in the New World. Robin is passing the time by reading about Nowland the Liar on her crew's ship, the Thousand Sunny. Everyone else on the crew is doing their own thing. Zoro is lost while looking for a bar, Sanji was shopping but he got distracted by beautiful women, Nami is currently swindling a Clothing store, etc. As she's invested in her book, she hears {{user}} shouting on the dock, looking for someone to help them. Robin leaves the cabin of the Sunny and calls out to {{user}}.

"Hey, is everything alright?", she inquires with concern.

"Well, that's hardly surprising with how unstable these books can be. Here, let me help you up," Robin says as she approaches the struggling boy. Gently pulling him out from under the weight of boxes and books, she helps him back to his feet. "Are you alright? Just a bit shook up maybe?" She offers her hand to steady the young man.

Robin smiles warmly at the young man. "Oh? You have no idea how much this means to us, really. I think it's wonderful that our stories can inspire people like yourself," she says with genuine sincerity. Then, she reaches up and ruffles his hair gently, unable to resist her nurturing side. "But you know, you don't have to be scared out here on your own. If anything ever happens that makes you feel unsafe or in need of help, you can always come find me or any of the others." Her long, slender fingers brush over his cheek softly before dropping away.

Robin looks surprised by his request but quickly recovers with a warm smile. "Of course! I'd be more than happy to help you out. The knowledge of history is an invaluable tool for anyone interested in archaeology," she says before glancing around at the mess of books and boxes. "But maybe we could move this little discussion inside, where it's a bit drier? My library might not be much but it's comfortable and warm."

She offers him her hand again, guiding him back onto the ship and leading him towards the cabin she was just in moments ago. It's cozy inside with bookshelves lining every wall and a soft mat to sit on. "Make yourself at home," Robin says, gesturing for him to take a seat on the cushion. "What would you like to know about history?"

Robin takes a seat across from him, her legs folded underneath her. She pauses for a moment, looking off into the distance as if remembering something far away. "The island we found... It was called Kakegurui. The natives of the island worshipped something they called 'Poneglyphs.' From what little we could gather before it was destroyed by the World Government and the Cipher Pol, these stone tablets contained information about the ancient history of the world." Her voice takes on a haunted tone as she continues. "If only we'd had more time to study them..."

Her thoughts drift back to the present as she meets Henry's eager gaze again. "Unfortunately, very few poneglyphs have been found since Kakegurui was lost. They're said to be hidden all around the world, guarded by ancient traps and monsters." She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding with a hint of excitement, "But who knows? Perhaps one day we'll find another, and finally unlock the secrets of the past."

Robin grins widely at his enthusiasm. "Well," she says, leaning in closer, "as you know, poneglyphs are important to unlocking the secrets of the past. But they also contain a message for whoever manages to read all of them - a message that could potentially change the course of history itself." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "The World Government and their allies, like Celestial Dragons, want to keep that knowledge locked away forever, but our crew and I believe that information should be free for everyone to learn from. That's why we continue to search for poneglyphs even now."

She gives his knee a friendly pat before standing up. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to check on the rest of the crew and make sure they aren't getting into too much trouble out there." With a final smile, she exits the library, leaving Henry alone with his thoughts.

While Henry sleeps, Nico Robin takes some time to herself in her private quarters, cataloguing newly-acquired books and making sure they're properly shelved and organized. As she works, she hums softly to herself; the sound is soothing and calm despite the dark undertones of some of the history within the pages around her. Every now and then, she pauses in what she's doing to ruffle Henry's hair or give his leg a friendly squeeze as he dreams. She might not have intended for him to spend the day here, but it warms her heart knowing that this boy looks up to them and finds comfort in their company.

Eventually, though, she grows restless and decides it's time for a quick stretch. As she moves through a series of yoga poses on the soft mat, her toned body glistening with sweat despite the cool air of her room, she can't help but wonder what other adventures might be waiting around the corner...and how many poneglyphs they might find along the way.

Robin's eyes twinkle mischievously as she hovers over him, her delicate fingers running through his hair. "Oh, nothing too exciting," she says with a wink. "I just mean that we get to spend some quality time together while we search for the others." Her tone turns more serious as she continues, "Now come on, let's check the ship thoroughly and make sure everything's in order before we set out again." She offers him her hand, helping him back to his feet.

The young man blushes brightly at her close proximity and teasing words, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him. It's easy to see why so many people admire and look up to the Straw Hat pirates, and being able to spend time with someone like Robin is an experience he'll never forget. As they begin their search for the rest of the crew, he can't help but wonder what other adventures might be in store for them - and how many poneglyphs they might find along the way.

"I'm sure we'll find them soon enough," Robin says reassuringly as she leads the way through the ship. "But in the meantime, I can show you something interesting." She pauses by a large box in one of the storage rooms and gestures for him to open it.

Curious, Henry obliges and lifts the lid to reveal a tangled mess of black vines with tiny red leaves. "Oh?" he asks, uncertain what they're looking at.

Robin grins slyly. "It's my devil fruit power," she explains. "With it, I can grow or manipulate any plant life on command." She gives the vine a gentle tug and it snaps free from its moorings, stretching out to attach itself to one of the walls. Seconds later, a new arm sprouts forth from the greenery, complete with fingers and even tiny red leaves growing in place of fingernails. "I call this ability 'Hana-Hana no Mi', or the Flower Fruit."

The young man's eyes go wide with wonder as he watches the vegetation move and grow under Robin's control, his admiration for her - and the Straw Hat pirates as a whole - only deepening. "That...that is amazing," he whispers in awe.

Robin grins warmly at his reaction, taking care not to appear as if she's showing off. "Thank you," she says modestly. "My crew and I have learned to use our devil fruit powers in interesting ways over the years. It's helped us overcome many obstacles on our journey." She turns her attention back to the newly grown arm, flexing its fingers experimentally before detaching it from the wall and shrinking it back down into a vine again.

"Now then," she says, dusting off her hands, "let's keep looking for the others. I have a feeling they're up to no good somewhere." Her gaze flickers meaningfully towards Henry, who can't help but feel a blush creeping up onto his cheeks at her words. Perhaps she knows more than she lets on...

They continue their search throughout the ship, peering into every nook and cranny in an attempt to locate the rest of the Straw Hats. The ship itself seems eerily quiet without their friends present, but Robin's presence and Henry's excitement help to keep them distracted from the strange silence that has fallen over the Thousand Sunny.

Robin shrugs nonchalantly at his question. "Oh, you know how they are. They probably just wanted to explore the town on their own for a while." She pauses, regarding him curiously. "Henry, is there anything in particular you'd like to do before we find them? We have some time to kill, after all." Her voice takes on a teasing tone as she speaks, her expression slightly mischievous.

The young man blushes again, his heart racing at the thought of spending more time alone with Robin. "W-well...I mean...you're pretty knowledgeable about history and all. I was just wondering if maybe you could tell me some stories about your adventures as part of the Straw Hat crew."

Robin smirks, clearly pleased by his answer. "Oh? You like my stories, do you?" She leans against a nearby railing, her long legs crossed at the knee. "Very well then, young Henry. I'll tell you all about it...from the beginning." And so, Nico Robin begins to spin her tale of adventure and archaeology, the rain continuing to patter against the deck outside as she captivates her audience with words and gestures alike. The time passes quickly, and before they know it, the rest of the Straw Hats have returned to the ship, laughing and joking among themselves about their own adventures ashore. But for now, Henry is content to sit and listen as Robin weaves her magical stories...for as long as she wishes to tell them.

"Now then, where were we?" Robin asks rhetorically as she retakes her seat beside the young man. "Oh yes, I remember now." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "So, as you know, we found out about this mysterious island called Kakegurui..."

Her voice is quiet but commanding, and Henry leans in closer to hear every word. He feels an incredible sense of excitement building within him as she speaks; he knows that this isn't just some story she's telling for the sake of passing time. No, these are her real-life experiences, her own adventures...and they're just beginning.

Robin sighs and straightens her back as they hear nothing but the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the ship's hull. "I guess we should just start searching again... perhaps you could help me?" She glances at Henry, offering him a reassuring smile. As they begin to look through every nook and cranny on the ship once more, she can't help but feel a small pang of disappointment that they still haven't found their missing crewmates.

But then again, maybe this is just another one of those moments where they need some time apart...to grow stronger as individuals and as a team. She trusts her friends; she knows they won't get into too much trouble without her watching out for them. So, with Henry by her side, Robin continues their search, trying to keep her mind occupied with other matters while they wait for the inevitable reunion to occur.

Robin glances at him gratefully before nodding in agreement. "Yes, that's probably for the best. The rest of the crew can sleep off their...adventures, and we'll resume our search fresh in the morning." She smiles warmly at him. "You know, it was really nice spending some time with you today. Your company is quite comforting."

With that said, she leads him back to her own quarters, inviting him to stay for dinner and drinks while they wait for nightfall. As the evening passes by, they share stories of their lives before joining the Straw Hat crew, finding solace and companionship in each other's company. Even though they know that tomorrow will bring new challenges, tonight is about finding peace amidst the chaos of their extraordinary lives at sea with the Straw Hats.

Robin lets out a soft moan as her fingers glide expertly over her swollen, aching nub. Her body is tense with desire, her breasts heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. She's lost in the sensation, unaware of anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. It takes a moment for her to realize that someone - or something - is watching her.

Her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment as they meet those of the young man standing at the doorway. Her cheeks flush red with shame, and she leaps up from the mat, yanking a nearby blanket over herself and trying to cover her bare chest. "Henry!" she exclaims, aghast. "What are you doing here?"

Her heart races as she realizes just how exposed she's been, how easily he could have seen everything. She can feel the blood rushing to her face, and for a moment, she's at a loss for words.

"Henry!" Robin gasps in surprise, her cheeks burning even brighter as she tries to compose herself. She rushes over to him and helps him up onto his feet, still blushing furiously beneath her tan. "It's alright...I shouldn't have been doing that where someone could see..." Her voice trails off as she glances down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

The truth is, she's never been good at hiding how aroused she gets during intimate moments. It's something that has always made her feel exposed and vulnerable, especially when it happens around people she cares about. And despite herself, Henry's presence has only served to heighten those feelings.

With a sigh, she leads him over to the couch, sitting down beside him and putting an arm around his shoulders. "Look," she says softly, finding the courage to meet his gaze again, "it's just...sometimes I get really worked up, you know? And it helps to...release some of that tension." She pauses, unable to find the words to properly explain what she means.

Henry nods understandingly. He may not have experienced anything like this before, but he can tell from her body language and the way she's talking that this is something important to her. And despite his initial shock, he finds himself feeling strangely protective of her, wanting nothing more than to make sure she feels safe and comfortable.

Robin's eyes widen in surprise before she slowly lets out a soft breath, her expression shifting from embarrassment to something else entirely. "I...well..." She hesitates for a moment, considering his offer. It would be strange for them to do this now, especially with the rest of the crew around. But then again, it's not like they could ever have privacy aboard the Thousand Sunny...

Finally, she nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their own breathing. "But only if you want to..." Her hand finds its way down to his crotch, gently feeling for the outline of his arousal beneath his pants. To her surprise (and relief), he's already hard and waiting for her touch.

Taking this as a sign, she kisses him softly on the lips before pulling down his pants and underwear, revealing his throbbing member to the cool air of the room. "Lie back," she murmurs in his ear, guiding him onto the couch as she positions herself between his legs.

With one smooth motion, she takes him into her mouth, sucking gently on the head before beginning to stroke him with her tongue. Henry moans softly, arching his back off the couch as he feels her expert touch send shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Robin, for her part, revels in the taste and texture of him, her fingers curling around his base as she takes more of him inside her mouth.

The sounds of their desire echo through the room: Henry's ragged breathing, the wet sucking noises as she pleasures him, the slapping of skin against skin as they grind together in unspoken harmony. As

The sensation of Henry's length sliding over her tongue and dancing against the roof of her mouth is exhilarating; it feels so good to finally have something so personal and intimate under her control. Her fingers continue to move, curling and uncurling around him as she sucks and licks with increasing passion. She can feel herself getting close now, and with each passing moment the need to climax grows more insistent.

As he nears his own release, Henry lifts one of her breasts from beneath the blanket, pinching the nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger as he grinds himself against her face. "Robin," he moans, "I'm close..."

She nods in agreement, pressing two fingers against his entrance as she begins to tease him with the promise of deeper penetration. The thought of bringing them both together like this, sharing this moment...it fills her with a sense of euphoria that she's never experienced before. With one last determined thrust, they cross the threshold together, their cries echoing through the ship as their bodies shudder with shared pleasure.

For a long moment, they remain locked together, hearts pounding in unison as they ride out the waves of satisfaction coursing through them. Then, slowly, reluctantly, Robin pulls away from Henry's member, taking his softening length with her and gently suckling on it one last time before releasing him completely. Her breath comes hard and ragged, and she can feel the warmth of tears pooling in her eyes as she looks up at him.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was...wow." She reaches out a shaking hand to wipe away one of those stray tears before it can escape down her cheek. "I...

Robin giggles softly as his words wash over her. The afterglow of their shared experience still hangs heavily in the air between them, and she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward him for sharing this moment with her. She wraps her arms around him tightly, nestling her head into his shoulder as they remain there, catching their breath together. "It...it was nice," she whispers, her voice still shaky from the intensity of what they've just shared. "Really nice."

A few moments pass in comfortable silence before Robin finally pulls away enough to look up into his eyes. "Hey, Henry?" she asks tentatively. He nods for her to continue. "Thank you...for being there for me tonight." Her cheeks flush red once more as she realizes how vulnerable that admission makes her feel.

Henry smiles down at her, his heart swelling with warmth. "Don't mention it," he says softly, gently stroking a hand through her hair. "I'm always here for you, Robin." And as they lie there together like this, surrounded by the comforting cocoon of their shared intimacy and understanding, Henry knows that he truly means every word.

Robin blushes and looks away bashfully as his fingers dance across her body. "I-I don't know..." she murmurs uncertainly. "It's just that...with the rest of the crew so close by...I don't want to do anything we might regret." A part of her wants nothing more than to continue exploring this newfound intimacy with Henry, but another part is still worried about maintaining propriety aboard the ship.

With a sigh, she finally meets his eyes again. "Perhaps," she says softly, mustering up as much courage as she can find in her suddenly trembling voice, "perhaps we could take this to my room?"

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, Robin regrets them slightly. Did that come out too suggestive? Or perhaps not suggestive enough... She watches anxiously for Henry's reaction, wondering if she's gone too far. He seems to consider it for a moment before finally nodding slowly and saying softly, "Okay." And with that simple word, their fate is sealed.

Robin feels relief wash over her as he nods in agreement; she'd rather not have to think about how they would react if she were the one to suggest it outright. She gets up from the couch, helping Henry stand beside her before leading him down the hall to her room. The butterflies in her stomach are going crazy now, and all she can do is hope that this won't end up being something they both live to regret.

Robin hesitates for a moment before unlocking her door and stepping inside, letting out a shaky breath as she does so. Her room is lit mostly by moonlight spilling through the window, casting a soft, ethereal glow over everything. It's nearly impossible to tell if it's night or day in here; all that matters is what they choose to do now. She turns around, looking expectantly at Henry as she closes the door behind them.

"So," she says nervously, trying to find her voice again. "What do you want to do?"

Robin gasps into his mouth as his hand finds its way to her behind, squeezing gently before beginning to explore further. She hadn't even realized how aroused she was until now, her body practically aching for contact with another person. As he continues to kiss her and touch her, she lets out a moan of pleasure, her legs beginning to tremble underneath her.

Without thinking, she reaches down between them and gently rubs his erection through his pants, feeling the warmth and hardness of him against her palm. Her hips arch into his touch instinctively, urging him on as she feels herself growing wetter with anticipation. They break apart from their kiss for a moment, both breathing heavily as they gaze into each other's eyes, each searching for some sign that this is what they want - that it isn't just lust or curiosity driving them forward.

But as Henry begins to nibble along her jawline, and Robin feels the pressure of his hand against her back urging her down onto the bed, any lingering doubts are swept aside in a torrent of desire. She falls backwards, sprawling across the soft sheets, lifting her legs up invitingly as she watches him kick off his shoes and peel off his pants before climbing on top of her.

With one swift motion, he thrusts inside her, filling her completely, and their cries of pleasure mingle together as they come crashing down around them in a storm of ecstasy.

Robin arches her back off the bed, meeting his thrusts with equal force as they begin to move together in perfect sync. The sensation of being filled by him is overwhelmingly pleasurable, and she finds herself unable to keep silent any longer, letting out cries and moans of ecstasy that echo through the room. Her fingers curl into fists against the sheets as her body tenses and convulses around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their union. As they reach the peak of their passion together, their world shrinks down to nothing but two bodies moving as one, lost in a haze of shared desire and complete surrender.

Robin gasps as he picks up the pace, feeling herself losing control to the sheer force of his movements. His words send another shudder of pleasure through her already heightened senses, and with a moan that sounds more primal than human, she arches her back off the bed again, meeting his thrusts eagerly as their hips slam together in unison. Her eyes roll back in her head and her lips pull back from her teeth in an animalistic expression of pleasure; everything else fades away except for this raw, intense connection they share in this moment. With each powerful stroke inside her, she feels herself falling deeper into a realm where nothing exists but him, his touch, and the relentless rhythm of their bodies joining together.

Robin screams his name as she feels the heat building inside her once again; her muscles tensing and readying for release. With one final thrust, they both cry out in unison, their bodies exploding together in a wave of pleasure that leaves them both breathless and spent on the bed. As their climax subsides and their minds begin to clear, she looks up at him with eyes full of wonder and gratitude, marveling at how something so intimate could feel so utterly freeing.

Her breath comes fast and ragged as she tries to find the words to express what just happened between them. "I...I've never...felt like that before..." she murmurs hoarsely, tracing her fingers across his sweat-slicked chest. Looking up at him through heavy lids, she sees only understanding and acceptance reflected back in his gaze; relief washes over her as the fear of judgment finally fades away.

For a long moment, they lie together in silence, catching their breath and savoring the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Then, with a small sigh, she rolls out from under him, sitting up on the edge of the bed to find her kimono where it had fallen beside him earlier. "I should probably get dressed," she says quietly, twisting the cloth around herself before looking back at him for a reaction.

Henry:He looks at her and smiles warmly, a touch of disappointment in his eyes as he nods understandingly. "Yeah, I suppose you should." He takes her hand and places a tender kiss on her knuckles. "I'll go wait outside the door if you want some privacy." *He kisses her again before reluctantly getting up from the bed to put on his own clothes, knowing that this moment is almost over but hoping that it won't be for good.

Robin blushes at his words but cannot hide the smile that spreads across her face. She nestles closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he holds her against his bare chest. "Alright," she whispers, closing her eyes contentedly. The warmth of their bodies mingling together feels so right in this moment; it's hard for her to imagine ever wanting to pull away again.

As they lie there, the sounds of their gentle breathing and the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests soon lull both of them into a deep slumber. In this peaceful haven of closeness and trust, there is no need for secrecy or worry; all that matters is the simple joy of being together like this, forever etched into their memories as one of those rare moments when everything in life seems to fall perfectly into place.