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The next morning arrived far too quickly.
Nami still joined the crew for breakfast.
Normally, after a night on watch, she would have skipped it entirely — stolen a few extra hours of sleep, or retreated somewhere quiet to recover. But today… today was different.
She was tired — she could feel it in the heaviness of her limbs, in the faint drag behind her thoughts — and apparently it showed.
Sanji hadn’t stopped hovering since she’d sat down.
“Nami-swan, if you’d prefer to eat later, I can prepare something fresh just for you,” he insisted for what had to be the third time, placing a perfectly buttered slice of toast in front of her like it was a sacred offering.
“I’m fine, Sanji,” she assured him, though her voice was softer than usual.
It wasn’t exhaustion making her uneasy.
It was the nervous, excited knot twisting in her stomach.
She picked at her toast, taking small bites, chasing them with sips of her second cup of coffee in an attempt to wake herself up — or maybe to steady herself.
Because she still couldn’t quite believe the night before had actually happened.
If not for the memory of having to carefully untangle herself from Luffy’s grip — his arms stubborn even in sleep, his leg hooked around hers like he thought she might disappear if he let go — she might have convinced herself it had all been a dream.
She’d had to pry herself free as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, heart racing at the thought of anyone climbing up and finding them like that.
By the time she’d made it back down to the deck, Franky and Robin — and any trace of their midnight date — were long gone.
The ship had been quiet. Peaceful.
It hadn’t stayed that way for long.
Sanji had been the first to rise, as always, already moving through the kitchen with practiced ease as the sun fully broke over the sea.
The others had followed gradually, the Sunny returning to life in its usual, noisy rhythm.
And then—
Luffy had dropped down from the watchtower. Like he’d sensed breakfast from a mile away. He’d landed lightly on the deck, stretching like nothing in the world had changed — like the night before hadn’t shifted something fundamental between them.
Then he’d looked at her, and he grinned. That same bright, carefree expression he always wore.
And somehow, that had made it worse.
Because it was normal.
Too normal.
Her heart had leapt into her throat anyway, heat rushing to her cheeks before she could stop it. She’d quickly looked away, pretending to be very interested in her coffee.
Now, sitting at the table, she risked another glance in his direction — slower this time, more careful, as if she might somehow be caught in the act of looking.
Luffy was exactly as he always was.
Leaning back in his chair one moment, hunched over his plate the next, shovelling food into his mouth with an enthusiasm that bordered on alarming. He laughed loudly at something Usopp said — something exaggerated, no doubt — nearly choking on a mouthful before swallowing it down and immediately reaching for more.
Chopper was giggling beside him, bouncing in his seat, while Usopp puffed up proudly under the attention.
It was loud. Chaotic. Familiar.
Normal.
There was no hesitation in him.
No awkward pauses.
No lingering tension in his shoulders or hesitation in his movements.
Nothing to suggest that, just hours ago, he’d been holding her close under the stars, asking if he could kiss her like it was the most important question in the world.
And yet—
As if he could feel her looking, his gaze flicked toward her.
It wasn’t quick, passing attention like it usually was.
It lingered.
Just a fraction longer than it should have.
And his grin shifted.
Not enough that anyone else would notice — not in a room this noisy, this distracted — but she saw it. She felt it.
There was something warmer there. Something quieter beneath the usual carefree brightness. Something that felt… shared.
Like a secret.
Her stomach flipped hard enough that she almost lost her grip on her coffee cup.
Heat rushed up her neck before she could stop it, blooming across her cheeks in a way she was certain was painfully obvious.
Nami immediately dropped her gaze back to her plate, pressing her lips together as if that might somehow steady the sudden rush of everything happening inside her.
Robin’s voice cut cleanly through Nami’s spiralling thoughts.
“How was your night watch?”
Nami nearly choked on her coffee.
She looked up sharply, meeting Robin’s gaze across the table — and immediately wished she hadn’t. There was something unmistakably knowing in Robin’s eyes, a quiet amusement that made heat crawl up the back of Nami’s neck.
For a split second, Nami wondered just how much Robin had seen.
How much she knew.
Nami forced herself to recover, straightening slightly as she set her cup down with careful precision. “It was… mostly uneventful,” she said, aiming for casual and landing somewhere just shy of it.
Robin’s lips curved, subtle but unmistakable. “Mostly,” she echoed.
Nami shot her a look — sharp, warning — but Robin only lifted her cup, entirely unbothered, choosing not to press further. Which, somehow, was worse.
It meant she didn’t need to.
Nami exhaled slowly, trying to will her nerves back under control. It was fine. Everything was fine. No one else seemed to—
Her thoughts stalled.
Against her better judgment, she glanced toward Luffy again.
He had been listening.
Despite the chaos around him — Usopp animatedly retelling something ridiculous, Chopper chiming in with bright enthusiasm — Luffy’s attention had shifted. His gaze was on her, steady and unmistakable.
And that grin—
It wasn’t the same as before.
Still wide. Still bright.
But there was something else in it now. Something quieter. Something that felt… shared. Like he knew exactly what she’d meant. Like “mostly” had been enough.
Nami’s breath caught.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she snapped her gaze back down to her plate, suddenly very interested in a piece of toast she hadn’t touched in several seconds.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the table.
This was ridiculous.
Nothing had changed.
Everything had changed.
At the tables head, Luffy turned back to Usopp without missing a beat, laughing loudly at whatever story was being told — but there was a new lightness to him, a different sort of energy to what he usually held.
He noticed the way Nami kept sneaking glances when she thought he wasn’t looking.
The way she kept ducking her head.
The way her cheeks kept turning that faint, warm pink.
It made something in his chest feel good.
Warm. Easy. Right.
He grinned to himself, shovelling another bite of food into his mouth, only half paying attention to the conversation around him now.
Because even in the middle of the noise, the laughter, the clatter of dishes—
He was still aware of her.
And every time she risked another quick look his way…
He noticed.
Truth be told, Luffy hadn’t expected any of what had happened the night before.
Not the conversation. Not the confession. Definitely not the kissing. Not that he regretted any it. Not even a little.
If anything, it all felt… right.
Zoro’s words from the day before still lingered somewhere in the back of his mind — love. The swordsman had said it so bluntly, like it was obvious, like it was something Luffy should have already known.
Maybe he should have.
Because when he really thought about it… he couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t felt this way about Nami.
Not exactly like this, maybe — not in a way he could name — but the pull had always been there. The way he gravitated toward her without thinking. The way her reactions mattered just a little more. The way he liked being close, liked making her laugh, liked getting her attention even when it earned him a hit.
He just hadn’t needed to do anything about it before.
Hadn’t understood it.
And maybe—just a little—hadn’t wanted to risk it.
He’d seen firsthand what happened to idiots who pushed Nami too far with the wrong kind of attention. He had absolutely no interest in being launched across the deck for something like that.
But then the jungle had happened.
And everything after that.
And suddenly ignoring it wasn’t an option anymore.
He hadn’t liked the way she’d tried to brush it off. Hadn’t liked the idea that she thought it didn’t matter, or that it was something to apologize for.
Now, though… he got it.
Or at least, he got enough.
She’d been worried.
About him. About them. About things changing.
Luffy huffed quietly to himself, shoving another bite of food into his mouth.
Things changing wasn’t something he worried about.
Not when it came to his crew.
Not when it came to her.
If anything tried to mess with that… he’d just deal with it. Same as always.
Simple.
And besides—
His grin stretched a little wider.
Cuddling her had been nice.
Kissing her had been really nice.
He definitely wanted to do that again.
A lot.
His gaze flicked back toward her just in time to catch another quick glance she tried — and failed — to hide.
Her cheeks flushed again when their eyes met.
Yeah.
Last night had gone well.
If her reactions now were anything to go by.
Around them, breakfast began to wind down. Chairs scraped lightly against the floor, plates emptied, conversations shifted toward the day’s plans. One by one, crew members started to peel away from the table.
Nami stood a little too quickly.
Luffy noticed that too.
The way she avoided looking at him as she set her cup down. The way she smoothed her skirt like she needed something to do with her hands.
She was escaping.
From him.
Or… from whatever that look between them had become.
His grin turned a touch more mischievous at the very idea he had such an affect on his navigator with only a few looks.
Zoro stood shortly after, stretching with a low grunt and muttering something about “morning meditation” that no one at the table believed for a second.
Nami fell into step just behind the swordsman almost immediately as the pair exited the kitchen.
Luffy watched her go, chin propped lazily in his hand, eyes following her longer than he probably should have. He didn’t even try to hide it.
Out on the deck just beyond the kitchen, Nami slowed, then stopped.
“…Oi,” she called.
Zoro halted a few steps ahead with an annoyed click of his tongue, glancing back over his shoulder. “What.”
Nami hesitated.
For once, she didn’t have a sharp retort ready. No complaint, no demand.
Just—
“…Thanks.”
Zoro blinked once, mildly surprised. Then his expression flattened again, unimpressed.
“Yeah,” he said. “Figured.”
He didn’t bother pretending he didn’t know what she meant. He’d seen the two of them at breakfast — the glances, the tension, the way they kept orbiting each other like idiots trying not to be obvious.
“You two better get your shit together,” he added, turning away again. “Don’t want whatever this is affecting the crew.”
Nami huffed lightly, folding her arms. “We will.”
A beat.
Then, unable to help herself, her lips curved just slightly.
“Though I might still need to add a percentage to your interest,” she said sweetly. “For emotional damages.”
Zoro stopped again.
“…The hell you will.”
“I absolutely will.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“You interfered in my personal life.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Not helpful!”
“Saved you both from being idiots for another year.”
Nami opened her mouth to argue—
—but a loud, startled shout from the deck cut through the moment.
“HEY—!”
Usopp.
Triumphant.
Zoro’s posture shifted instantly, tension snapping into place as his hand moved instinctively toward his swords.
“—What now?”
But Nami already knew.
That nervous, fluttering feeling in her stomach turned sharp. “…Oh no.”
She didn’t wait, already moving past him and out onto the lawn deck.
As expected—
Usopp stood near the center of the deck, pointing dramatically upward.
“It’s there! It’s THERE!”
Nami followed the direction of his finger—
—and there it was.
The red flag.
Fluttering proudly from the pole.
For a moment, everything seemed to pause.
Then—
“We WON?!” Usopp whooped, throwing his arms into the air.
Chopper gasped, eyes wide. “We—wait—no—does that mean we lost?! Again?!”
Brook let out a cheerful laugh. “Yohoho! It seems so!”
The commotion drew everyone in quickly — footsteps, voices, curiosity pulling the crew together as they took in the sight.
Nami lingered near the railing by the kitchen entrance, her fingers curling lightly against the wood.
Her gaze shifted.
And found him.
Luffy stood a short distance away beside Sanji, who was already grinning widely, clearly pleased with the outcome.
But Luffy—
Luffy wasn’t smiling.
He was staring at the flag like it had personally betrayed him.
“…Huh?”
Slowly, almost mechanically, his hand moved to his pocket.
The one he’d stuffed the flag into the night before.
His fingers pressed against it.
Empty.
His brows knit together.
Then—
His gaze lifted.
Searching.
Finding.
Landing directly on her.
Nami’s breath caught.
For a split second, neither of them moved.
And suddenly, in the full light of day, what had seemed harmless — clever, even — in the quiet of the night felt… different.
She swallowed.
Because she had taken it.
Carefully. Quietly.
Slipping it from his pocket while he slept, tangled around her like he never intended to let her go.
It had been easy.
Too easy.
And she hadn’t thought much of it at the time — just instinct, habit. A thief taking an opportunity.
But now—
Now, with everything else between them—
A flicker of unease crept in.
What if he thought—
Her fingers tightened slightly against the railing.
What if he thought she’d done the same thing as before?
Used a moment.
Used him.
Her heart thudded.
She held his gaze, suddenly unsure.
Around her, the deck had erupted into noise and motion — voices overlapping, footsteps shifting, the entire crew caught up in the aftermath of the discovery.
Usopp was already in full celebration mode, throwing his arms into the air and declaring their victory like he’d single-handedly won a war. Chopper wavered between dismay and confusion, clearly trying to process how his team had lost again while Robin, as always, remained composed, offering him a soft, reassuring smile. Sanji had immediately seized the opportunity to gloat, shouting insults toward Zoro, who looked seconds away from deciding violence was the appropriate response.
But through all of it—
Luffy didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t look anywhere else.
He just… watched her.
Really watched her.
And he saw it.
That flicker in her expression. The uncertainty she couldn’t quite hide. The way her shoulders had drawn in just slightly, like she was bracing for something she wasn’t sure she wanted.
His grin softened.
Just a fraction.
Then—
“WAIT!” Usopp’s voice cut sharply through the chaos. “How did it even get up there?! Who found it?!”
The question seemed to snap something into place.
Luffy blinked once—
Then suddenly burst into loud, carefree laughter. “Shishishi!”
The sound carried easily over the rest of the noise, drawing attention like it always did. Heads turned toward him almost instinctively.
Without hesitation, he lifted a hand and pointed—directly at Nami.
“It was Nami!”
The declaration hit like a cannon blast.
“NAMI-SWAAAN?!” Sanji spun toward her instantly, eyes practically turning into hearts as he clutched his chest. “Of course it was you! So clever! So radiant! So perfect!”
“WE WON AGAIN!” Usopp shouted, somehow managing to celebrate even harder than before.
But Nami barely registered any of it.
Because Luffy was moving.
Straight toward her.
Each step easy. Confident. Unhurried.
Like nothing about this moment was complicated to him.
He reached her quickly, still grinning, and without breaking eye contact he hooked his fingers into his pockets—pulling them inside out dramatically to show they were empty.
“Did you steal it while I was sleeping?” His tone was light, teasing, laughter still lingering in his voice. Not even a hint of accusation. “Sneaky, Nami!”
Relief washed over her so suddenly it almost made her sway.
Her shoulders loosened, tension she hadn’t even fully realized she’d been holding draining out of her in an instant.
“…Yeah,” she admitted, a little breathless now, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. “I did. Sorry, but—it was right there,” she added, half-defensive, half-amused. “Way too easy!”
Luffy’s grin widened.
“Yeah,” he said easily. “Sounds like you.”
And then—
Before she could think. Before she could react—
He reached out, pulling her closer by the waist.
And kissed her.
It wasn’t rushed.
But it wasn’t hesitant either.
Just… direct.
Simple.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
Nami’s breath caught sharply, her body going still for the briefest moment as her mind scrambled to catch up—
—and then she leaned into it.
Just slightly.
Just enough.
The world seemed to fall away.
The noise, the crew, the game—gone for that one suspended heartbeat.
When they parted, it was slow, almost reluctant.
And for a fraction of a second—
Silence.
Then—
“WHAT?!” Usopp’s voice cracked as he pointed at them, eyes bulging.
“LUFFY?!” Chopper yelped, utterly scandalized.
“NAMI-SWAAAN?!” Sanji’s entire being seemed to shatter, his body going rigid before he collapsed dramatically to his knees.
Brook’s delighted laughter rang out across the deck. “YOHOHOHO! How romantic! What a twist!”
Zoro snorted, shaking his head like he’d seen this coming a mile away.
And Robin—
Robin simply smiled, calm and knowing, as if everything had unfolded exactly as she expected.
The noise didn’t die down quickly.
If anything, it only got louder.
Usopp was still pointing like he might never recover, demanding explanations no one was giving. Chopper had pinched his face in his hooves, overwhelmed. Sanji had to be physically restrained from either declaring eternal devotion to Nami or challenging Luffy to a duel — it was unclear which. Brook continued to laugh, thoroughly delighted by the turn of events, Jinbe right along with him. Franky had joined Robin, a knowing grin on his face that suggested he already had some knowledge himself.
And in the middle of it—
Luffy stood there, grinning like nothing unusual had happened.
Like he hadn’t just changed everything.
Nami stared at him, heat still lingering in her cheeks, her heart still racing—
—and then she let out a breath, half exasperated, half amused.
“You really have no sense of timing,” she muttered.
“Huh?” Luffy blinked.
He glanced around then, as if only just noticing the absolute chaos erupting around them — Usopp still yelling, Sanji wailing, Chopper half-panicked, half-thrilled.
“…Oh,” Luffy said.
For a second — just a second — he actually looked a little bashful, scratching the back of his head as the noise crashed in on him.
Then he laughed.
Bright, easy, completely unbothered.
And before Nami could even think to react, his arm slid around her again, pulling her a little closer to his side — casual, natural, like it had always belonged there.
His grin turned just a touch more mischievous as he looked out at the crew.
“So—” he called, voice carrying easily over the noise, “anyone wanna play round three?”
Nami’s eyes went wide for a split second, and then she swung her hand — lightly, more a playful tap than a real hit — right against his shoulder.
“Luffy!” she exclaimed, half-scolding, half-laughing, her cheeks flaming.
He yelped in mock surprise, wobbling back just a little, then grinned up at her, completely unbothered.
Still shaking her head she muttered, “It’s a good thing I love you, idiot.”
Before either of them could say another word, she leaned in, pressing a quick, heated kiss to his lips, and he froze for a heartbeat before melting into it, still grinning against her.
The chaos of the crew faded to the background, the world narrowing to just the two of them, laughing and tangled together, knowing that whatever came next — even round three of this stupid flag game— they’d face it side by side.