Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. All rights go to Eiichiro Oda.

Zoro grumbled under his breath as he was lead to the social area. Stupid fucking sensei and his stupid fucking smile. He looked around at the white, blank walls they were passing, then at the man in front of him. He had strange pineapple-shaped hair and a laid-back demeanor, and Zoro grudgingly admitted that he wasn't a bad guy. When he arrived at the institution, he had thought that everyone here would be all smiles and charm, speaking to him as if he were a child and pretending to be his friends.

They had surprised him, however. The employees smiled politely as they passed by, but said nothing. The pineapple man only introduced himself as Marco and told the green-haired man to follow.

Still, even if the workers were—thankfully—tolerable, Zoro didn't think he belonged here. He wasn't some damn psycho; there was nothing wrong with him. He shouldn't be forced to be around a bunch of people who would be depressed and sobbing or mumbling to themselves in the corner.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Marco stopped in front of two large double doors. The man looked back at him, then turned back to open the doors without a word.

As they stepped into the room, an unidentifiable object flew towards Marco and wrapped itself around him. Zoro quickly realized that it was a person, a boy. To his credit, Marco only took a step back with a small grunt and stayed on his feet.

"Dammit, Luffy. You're going to seriously hurt someone one of these days. What if it was Vivi instead of me?"

The black-haired boy looked up at Marco and a grin stretched across his face. Was it even physically possible for a smile to be that wide?

"I knew it wasn't her. Vivi's not going to visit again until November because it's her corporation soon."

"Coronation."

"Yeah, that's what I said. Besides, I knew it would be you."

Zoro could've sworn he saw the blonde's mouth twitch into a slight smile, but it disappeared in an instant, and Zoro decided to ignore it because Marco didn't seem like the type to show any emotion but minor annoyance and sleepiness.

"Oh, yeah? How?"

The boy, Luffy, only grinned wider and removed himself from Marco. He stood there, talking with the taller man, and Zoro got the chance to observe him. He was somewhat short, with wide dark brown eyes and an unbelievably large smile. However, the most distinctive thing about him was the old battered straw hat sitting atop his mop of black hair. It wasn't exactly common to see people wearing straw hats these days, yet it somehow seemed perfectly normal on that boy.

"This is Zoro."

The sound of his name made Zoro focus back on the conversation. Luffy and Marco were both looking at him, Luffy wearing that impossible smile of his.

"Hiya! My name's Luffy! It's nice to meet you! You're hair looks really cool. Is it natural? Are your earrings real gold? I heard you can use swords. Are you good?"

Zoro had some trouble keeping up with all the questions being thrown at him at such a fast pace, but he managed to respond. "Yes, yes, and you can be pretty damn sure I'm good." He smirked, then backfired with a question of his own. "How did you know I'm a swordsman?"

Luffy didn't respond, but turned to look at the space next to him.

"Did you hear that, Ace? His hair's really green! You owe me five bucks!"

Zoro was about to ask who the hell Ace was, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He looked to see Marco shake his head.

"Oi, Sabo! C'mere!"

Luffy had turned and shouted into the crowd. Zoro had been too distracted by Luffy to notice the rest of the room. There were comfortable-looking chairs scattered around the room and a few tables. Other than that, there was no decoration apart from a plant in the corner and some paintings on the walls. Zoro noticed the other occupants of the room staring at Luffy either with fond amusement or a strange pity. Some with a mixture of both.

Luffy looked back to Zoro. He pointed to an empty space on his right. "Meet Sabo. He's my big brother. He's really smart and nice! And this," he pointed to his left, "is Ace. He can be kinda grumpy sometimes, but he's actually really cool!"

Zoro remembered the look in Marco's eyes when he had put a hand on his shoulder, and decided to play along. He nodded at the places Luffy had pointed to and said, "Zoro." Luffy's eyes shone and his smile somehow—incredibly, impossibly—grew even larger. He grabbed Zoro's wrist and dragged him farther into the room.

As Luffy forced him into a chair and babbled endlessly, Zoro couldn't help but think that maybe it wouldn't be so bad here, and when Luffy made him laugh boisterously after a stupid comment, he thought, "No. No, it won't be bad here at all."

So, this fic is just going to be a series of related one shots about Luffy and other characters in a mental hospital. It will not have a plot. Unless, of course, I actually come up with one, but I'd probably publish that separately. The mental hospital will not be like real ones, so please do not try to criticize me about that. This one is much more laid back and homey. I already have most of the characters basic stories and illnesses figured out, but if you have a suggestion, please do tell me. Also, do not hesitate to correct any mistakes I may have made or to suggest what I can do to make my writing better. I'd appreciate it, actually. Oh, about Zoro's thoughts on what he expected the patients to be like in the beginning, that was just Zoro being stubborn. I wasn't being mean or stereotypical.

I won't be updating this regularly. I'll only be updating when I get inspiration, which probably won't be too often. Thank you so much for reading!

- Spoons