Edit (Jan 12, 2019): For those of you who are wondering what this story is, well, it started as a whim. A massive OC crossover for one friend who does amazing art, and I wanted to make them happy. And so, this story was born. The chapters are a bit out of order, because of writing on a whim. There's lots of characters, and I get if it's off-putting. I guess I wanted to say that it's okay. This story was written for pure fun. Pure fluff, pure fun, pure interaction. I hope you don't mind.

Original Characters included are Tomoko herself (from The Sea and Stars universe); Davy Jack/Jackie, a genderfluid One Piece marine OC operated by the amazing Eli on Tumblr; Lieutenant Wendy, another One Piece OC operated on Tumblr by another friend that I wish I had more chances to talk with; Abalisk's Leith and Kaiza, One Piece and Bleach OCs from her shared universe; and the famous Kei herself from Lang Noi's works, just from The Sea and Stars to match with Tomoko.

Nonetheless, I've spoken enough. Please enjoy this story for the silliness that it is.

Note: To unlucky-marine, yet again. Happy Birthday, Eli~

Here is another little offering from the writer who loves Davy and your artwork. As thanks for loving Tomoko as much as you do.

Also, throw-out to ask-lieutenant-wendy, because your character is beautiful and even if I don't know her that well, Davy does, and they both deserve lots of appreciation~!

The song for this is Clannad's famous Dango Daikazoku. The original song and/or Kyle Landry's piano version work really well for this. :)

*curtsies softly before creeping away* That's all I have to say. Please enjoy~! ;D

"…Wendy-san?"

"Yes, Tomoko-chan?"

I glanced up at the older woman with the nicest frown I could muster, in spite of the questions tugging at every part of my heart and mind. Because I was short in spite of my drinking all the milk in the world. "Why is Davy-san…"

"What the fuck is a circle…" went the named Marine while staring at a blank sheet of paper. He apparently didn't notice us with the paper in front of his face.

Wendy gave me a sheepish smile while brushing through some of her blond ponytail. "Drunk?"

"Drunk," I repeated for emphasis, tugging at the hem of my Sylveon-themed kimono dress skirt all the while. "I thought he would be stressed, not drunk…"

Wendy only laughed softly before reaching over to rest a hand on the top of my head, rustling my white hair ribbon with the gesture. "Paperwork is a bit—I mean, a pain in the butt!" I didn't miss how she immediately backtracked from what was clearly forming a curse word, ruffling my hair all the while. "And no one in the Marines likes doing it, so unfortunately…" she trailed off.

"Circles should be squares! They're easier to draw!" Davy-san shouted in-between hiccups. "Less stress for all—!" He then face-planted into his desk with a loud slam.

Oh no.

Oh dear, Hisako said for me mentally. Tomoko-chan, do you have any idea of what to do?

Hisako, Vy's dad never got the chance to be drunk because of an alcohol allergy. I don't know!

Well, we have to do something!

I know that! Any ideas?!

My Nobody racked her head against the nearest mental armchair in the library before raising an energetic hand. MUFFINS!

…Muffins?

Blueberry muffins. I think Wendy said those are his favorite, right?! Hisako was jumping up and down now, hands flailing all the while as she was grinning like the doofus she was. So go ahead and do that, Tomoko-chan! No one can resist blueberry muffins coming from an adorable ten-year-old girl!

Hisakoooo, I-I'm not adorable…

Too late. Hisako was already on a roll as she ran around the library, happily cooing and squealing praise I couldn't make out.

Outwardly, I looked up at Wendy while trying not to panic. Blushing was not going to help me at all. And Davy-san was still drunk. "W-Wendy-san?"

"Hm?" The older Marine got down to sit on her knees, looking at me from eye-level now as she smiled. "What is it?"

"Do you have a kitchen? Eggs, sugar, and blueberries?"

The blond woman only blinked at me.

Baking the blueberry muffins were simple enough. Thankfully, no one in the entirety of the Marine kitchen crew seemed to ask why a ten-year-old girl was working in the kitchen, in a white-pink-blue kimono dress too. They essentially steered clear of…well, basically every pathway I needed to get ingredients, strangely enough.

I had a feeling Wendy-san was the person to thank for that.

Still, as expected of a traveling sea crew. They had everything a cook and baker could ask for, from all-purpose flour to things like the regular milk and substitutes like almond milk. For safety reasons, I decided to go with almond milk when stirring it into the batter.

The muffins came out almost too perfect. Smelling sweet, blueberries almost melting, and tops bouncing back from a simple poke.

I couldn't help but feel nervous when a blue gift box and magenta ribbon magically showed up when I was looking away a few minutes later, just after the muffins cooled from being in the muffin tin.

Hisako?

My Nobody was cleaning the Oblivion Keyblade when I called for her. Nonetheless, she dropped it to look up at me. What is it, dear?

I outwardly put down baking paper to line the box, setting down muffins in an attempt to calm myself. I can do this, right?

Of course you can, Tomoko-chan. Hisako's voice turned soft. Davy's still Davy. He's still a massive dork who gets way too much work on his hands, and he's never rejected you. You're okay.

I took a breath as soon as the lid went down to cover the muffins and I tied it down with the magenta ribbon. The bow was nice but finding a nearby star sequin to seal the deal helped. Okay. Okay.

I nodded to myself, slapped my cheeks, and took the box in my hands to walk down the hallways leading back to Davy-san's office.

I can do this, I can do this.

When I opened the door, Wendy-san was at his immediate right side, organizing some of the loose papers that had scattered from…well, the gigantic piles of paperwork flanking Davy-san's head. If anything, the scene paralleled some of the worst moments I saw on the Hokage's side back in Konoha, where canon Tsunade kept complaining to Shizune about the workload. Don't get me started on how Boruto showed Naruto as a workaholic who couldn't even spend time with his family.

There was no way I could let Davy-san become like that.

Wendy-san still noticed me as soon as I walked close, smiling happily at the box in my hands before nudging the apparently slumbering Davy with a hand. Not a good sign. Weren't drunks not supposed to sleep the alcohol off? "Davy, Davy, Tomoko-chan's here for you."

"Buuuuh?" he slurred, slowly raising his head from his desk, and I tried not to flinch at the massive bedhead and redness covering his person. He was definitely bowled over. "Tomo—?"

I tried to push the embarrassment down as much as I could, even with the familiar heat of nervousness and anxiety flooding my face. My hair ribbon was on the other side of my head, being the left instead of the right, and I wanted to fiddle with it so much if not for the task at hand.

Tomoko-chan, breathe. You're okay, you can do this.

I-It's okay, it's okay.

As Hisako instructed, I inhaled as much air as I could. Even with how red I was getting, I still extended my arms to offer the box in his direction. If not for me standing a few inches away from his desk, I might as well have shoved them in his face. "Muffins f-for Davy-san! They're blueberry, and, and, I know that you're busy and all, but I thought these would help, so—"

Dear gosh, I was rambling. I was doomed.

Davy-san only stared at me blankly.

Wendy-san's proud stare in my direction helped a bit. At least.

I inhaled again, opening my eyes slowly to look at him with the best smile I could muster right now. Probably shy-looking and nervous as all freaking hell. "I know you work a lot, so I thought you'd like these…" I raised the box again, trying not to jostle the sweets inside. "I baked them myself?"

I was not expecting Davy-san to disappear in a matter of seconds and reappear right behind me, hugging me from behind. "I would literally kill for you."

What.

"Eh?" I blinked. Something wet was starting to drip into the back of my hair, and the grip on my shoulders was pretty strong as the scent of cologne mixed with something definitely related to alcohol graced my nose. Wendy-san was starting to laugh into her hands, and the muffin box was limp in my own.

He didn't even take the box.

I was more worried about the declaration that was just said. Without thinking, I detached one of my hands from the muffin box to instead reach over and pat one of the arms still holding onto me. "Davy-san?"

The Marine was silent.

Dork. I smiled while leaning back against him, still holding onto the box while reciprocating the sudden hug via patting his arm. "You don't have to kill for me, okay? All that would make me happy right now is to see you happy. Relaxed, free of work, and able to enjoy a blueberry muffin. That's all I want."

I have enough people willing to kill for me already.

That was left unsaid, though.

Davy-san was quiet for a few more moments, but his grip on my shoulders tightened as a nose brushed the side of my head. "Thanks," was the soft reply, and he squeezed me again. "Sis."

OH MY—

My heart leapt up in my chest as Wendy-san nearby started to take on sparkles, raising a camera. I didn't even have time to think about where she got it. I was in this situation, with a drunk Marine, and gosh. Even with the impending embarrassment and cooing spiel from Hisako and Wendy-san both, my reply was honest. He was a dork. "Love you too, Davy-san."

"Aaaaah," was the reply. Then a rough kiss pressed to the top of my head.

Goodness. He really was drunk if he went on to do that.

The scent of alcohol was still strong though, so I poked that same arm with my hand. Talks could be saved for later. "Now c'mon, you need rest! I have muffins!"

It was something. At least.