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1. Classroom
The first time Nami got caught looking at her was in class. Nami sat in the back row, her head resting on the palm of her hand, watching the teacher talk about the day's lesson while glancing occasionally at the clock on the wall. She was bored out of her mind. Nami didn’t care for the lesson. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to learn; she just felt that this particular class was a waste of time.
The clock seemed to be moving slower than usual, each second dragging on for what felt like an eternity; the minute hand had only moved two notches. She sighed and turned her attention back to the teacher, who was now writing on the board. Nami scanned the room, curious if anyone else seemed as bored as she was, but everyone was either focused on the lesson or lost in their own thoughts. That’s when she saw her—the new girl. She sat two desks across from Nami, writing notes in her notebook, her brows furrowed in concentration. Every so often, she lightly bit the tip of her pen to think before resuming her notes. Nami felt her heartbeat quicken for reasons she couldn’t explain.
The girl had definitely caught Nami’s attention. Her blue hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her brown eyes seemed to flash with energy whenever she glanced up at the board. Her hand moved swiftly, filling her notebook with a graceful rhythm. There was something effortlessly graceful about the way she wrote so focused, intense, and a little too perfect for this boring classroom.
There was something undeniably captivating about the girl. Nami couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but she had a strong feeling that the new girl was going to be interesting.
It was easy to get lost watching her, and Nami had to remind herself to pay attention to the teacher more than once. She kept stealing glances, hoping to stay unnoticed.
Finally, Nami risked one last look. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second, and Nami quickly looked away, her skin prickling with the sudden attention.”
After that, she could feel the girl’s gaze on her for the rest of the class. But she didn’t dare look back.
2. Hallway
The second time she was caught staring at Vivi was during hallway passing. Nami was making her way through the crowded hallways with Luffy, Sanji, Usopp, and Zoro trailing behind her, all of them headed to their next class. The chaotic buzz of students filled the halls, but Nami wasn’t in any rush. She never was, especially when her next class was all the way on the other side of the building. As usual, the guys were bickering about something pointless, their voices rising above the din.
The "Strawhats," as Luffy had proudly dubbed them one day, were well-known around school, but not necessarily in a good way. Most students steered clear of anything to do with them. From the outside, they probably looked tough and serious, but Nami knew better. They were just a bunch of lovable idiots she had to babysit half the time.
Tuning out the chaos behind her, Nami turned a corner, and that’s when she saw her—Vivi. She was standing a few feet away, her blue hair catching the light, holding her schedule, and chatting with someone. Her chest tightened for just a second. Again? Damn it. Nami had discovered her name in their last class by casually (but very intentionally) checking the name tag on Vivi’s desk. Vivi Nefertari. The name sounded regal like it belonged to some fairy tale princess, and for some reason, it suited her perfectly.
Nami’s feet instinctively slowed down, her stride becoming more casual as she slipped between Usopp and Luffy. She heard Vivi laugh—a sweet sound that carried over the dull hum of hallway chatter. Nami tried not to stare as they approached, but it was hard to look away.
As they got closer, Vivi glanced over, her curious eyes sweeping over the group one by one until they landed on Nami. For a split second, their gazes locked. Nami’s breath caught. It was the second time their eyes had met today, and once again, Nami found herself caught off guard by how intense it felt.
They passed each other, and Nami’s feet kept moving on autopilot, but her mind was already miles away. Turning her head slightly, she peeked over her shoulder wanting to get another look.
Surprisingly, Vivi was looking back at her as well.
Both of them seemed equally shocked to catch the other in the act. Vivi was the first to turn away, her blue hair swaying as she continued down the hall. Nami stood there for a second longer, watching her go.
“Who’re you looking at?” Luffy’s loud voice cut through Nami’s daze, snapping her back to reality. He had followed her gaze and was now trying to look behind them too, completely oblivious to the subtlety of the situation.
“No one, Luffy,” Nami muttered, quickly turning around and facing forward again waving her hand away.
Luffy notices the blue hair, “Her? Why were you looking at her?”
"I wasn't."
But Luffy wasn’t convinced. “You were totally looking at her!” he declared, turning fully around now, his voice as booming and cheerful as always. “Her blue hair is cool, she seems strong! Let’s go be friends with her so we can fight!” He grinned widely, already starting to march in Vivi’s direction.
She quickly grabbed Luffy by the collar and yanked him backward before he could take another step and do something that can completely mortify her forever. “No, idiot! That’s not happening.”
“Awww, you’re such a meanie,” Luffy whined, pouting as she dragged him back to the group. But it only took him about two seconds to forget the whole thing as he turned to Usopp and started bothering him instead.
Nami let out a sigh of relief, but her mind wasn’t on Luffy’s antics anymore. All she could think about was that one fleeting look—the way Vivi had looked back at her too. Something about made her blood pump faster.
Yeah...she definitely likes her.
3. Library
The third time was at the library. Much to Nami’s discontent, she had been dragged along during her free period to help Zoro study for an upcoming test. He was struggling again and Nami was fairly sure he had some undiagnosed type of dyslexia with the way he couldn’t follow directions on paper or in general for that matter. She sighed dramatically, tapping her pen against the table.
“Stop looking out the window and zoning off! Focus! I’m already wasting my free time helping you instead of being somewhere worth my time.” she muttered, exasperated. Zoro rolled his eyes. “You owe me, so suck it up,” he huffed, picking up his pencil and attempting the first question on his study guide. Nami watched as he glared at his paper like it was personally offending him. After a long moment, he leaned back in his chair and tossed the pencil down.
“Yeah, I quit.”
Nami picked up a book from the table and gave him a good whack on the head with it. “Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?” Zoro hissed, rubbing the top of his head.
“I’ve already wasted most of my free time on this, and now you’re going to give up? Not happening.” She crossed her arms, her tone firm. "Go on. Try again."
Grumbling, Zoro reluctantly bent over the paper again. As he started working through the problem, Nami offered help, and after a few minutes, he finally seemed to get it. But just as Zoro focused on his work again, Nami caught a glimpse of something—or rather, someone behind him.
A flash of familiar blue hair
She let out a soft gasp. Zoro looked up, confused. “What? What is it?”
“Nothing!” Nami said too quickly. “Shut up and move your head for a second.”
Zoro, confused, tilted his head in the wrong direction. Nami frowned. “No, the other way, dumbass!” she muttered, gesturing as she tried to peer around him. Zoro mirrored her movement, still blocking her view.
“You said this way!” he whispered sharply.
They spent the next few seconds in a ridiculous back-and-forth, Zoro continuing to get in the way, starting to get frustrated of him clearly not knowing his right and his left, Nami reached over the table, grabbing Zoro’s FAT head and shoving it aside a little too forcefully. With a loud thud, Zoro fell right out of his chair. Now being able to see her.
Sighing dreamily, Nami rested her chin on each of her palms, completely forgetting about the fallen Zoro.
“Fucking psycho..” he grumbled from the floor, muttering a string of curses as he sat back up. But Nami didn’t even register his complaints—her focus was entirely on Vivi, who was seated a few tables away, completely absorbed in a book. Her blue hair framed her face perfectly, and every time a strand fell forward, she’d tuck it behind her ear in the most delicate way. Nami felt her heart flutter, the girl was so effortlessly gorgeous it was starting to get nauseating.
Zoro got up and went to sit back down, but Nami grabbed his shirt, tugging him over to sit in the chair beside her so his stupidly large head couldn’t block her view of her beloved gorgeous woman across the room.
Wait... why is she's low key starting to sound like Sanji..
Starting to get why he acts like that..
Zoro shot her a suspicious glance as he sat in the chair next to her. “Why are you looking like that?” he muttered, following her gaze to see what had her so captivated.
When he spotted Vivi, a knowing smirk crept onto his face. “Oh, so that’s the girl you’ve been all weird about? Got a crush, huh?”
Nami rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. “Like you know anything about having a crush,” she muttered, elbowing him a little harder than necessary. Zoro glared, rubbing his side where she’d hit him. “I feel bad for her,” he murmured. “You’re like an ogre. Nobody likes ogres.”
Nami shot him a deadly glare. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” Zoro mumbled, turning his attention back to his study guide. Nami stole another glance at Vivi, biting her lip. God, she was just so breathtaking. She was so absorbed in Vivi’s movements, so completely lost in her own thoughts, that she didn’t notice Vivi suddenly looking up.
Their eyes met.
Nami scrambled to look busy, flipping a random page in Zoro’s study guide trying to play it cool. Vivi’s curious gaze lingered for a moment before she gave a soft, almost amused smile and returned to her book, leaving Nami flustered and red-faced. Nami let out a defeated whine, lowering her head to the table. Why did this keep happening?
“Simp,” Zoro muttered under his breath, snatching his paper back.
Nami’s fist clenched. “I swear, if you don’t shut your ugly mug, I’m going to throw you out that window.”
4. Gym
The gym was alive with the familiar sounds of shoes squeaking against the polished floor, basketballs bouncing, and the steady hum of students chatting or calling out to each other. The air smelled faintly of rubber and sweat, mixing with the energy of the class as they rotated between basketball, volleyball, and other activities. Nami sat on the sixth row of the bleachers, leaning back with her arms crossed, half-listening to Robin and Usopp beside her. They were watching Zoro attempt to teach Luffy the rules of basketball—despite Zoro clearly not understanding the game himself. The scene was almost comical, but Nami barely spared it a glance. After all, there was something—or rather, someone—far more captivating on the other side of the gym than those two idiots. Luckily, Vivi—who she had been stalking admiring for basically the whole day—was in this period also.
Vivi wore the standard gym uniform—white shirt and blue shorts that highlighted her long, toned legs. She watched as Vivi gracefully pulled her arms behind her head, muscles flexing lightly under her smooth skin. She wasn’t sure what it was today—maybe the way Vivi’s ponytail swayed with her every movement or the way she seemed entirely at ease. Either way, Nami couldn’t help herself.
“She’s got great form, doesn’t she?”
“Hmm?” Nami blinked, realizing Usopp had asked her something. “Yeah, totally.”
Usopp looked confused, glancing over at Robin for backup, but Robin was already smirking knowingly. Before Nami could question it, Usopp moved to stand in front of her, blocking her view.
"Usopp, move!" Nami swatted at him, only half-serious.
"Ahh, so you are looking at something," Robin teased, her voice low enough that only Nami could hear.
Nami rolled her eyes, but her attention drifted back to Vivi. Robin, sitting beside her, noticed the longing looks and nudged her with a sly smile. “Is that the girl you’ve been so worked up about?”
Nami sighed contently, nodding, eyes still fixed on Vivi. “Yeah…”
Then, just as Vivi reached down to touch her toes, she glanced around the bleachers—and directly into Nami’s eyes, catching her staring.
Aww shit..
Nami froze. For a split second, she hoped it was a coincidence, but Vivi's soft smile made it clear that she'd caught her red-handed. Nami’s stomach flipped as Vivi straightened up, still holding her gaze. But luckily someone called Vivi and she turned away and jogged off.
Great. The day just kept getting better...
Every set, every spike, Vivi played with an effortless blend of strength and elegance. Her movements were fluid, the kind of athletic grace that came naturally, and Nami couldn't help but be drawn in. Nami's eyes followed the droplets of sweat that glistened on Vivi’s skin, and watched the way her throat bobbed with each sip of water. Everything about her—from her focused gaze to her flushed cheeks—left Nami in too deep. She groaned softly into her hands.Yep, she was officially screwed.
Usopp raised a brow and leaned closer. “Why don’t you go talk to her? Maybe get her number or something?” He eyed Nami skeptically. “Usually, you’ve already got their number by now. It’s not like you to act... like this.”
Nami shoved him lightly, irritated but not surprised. “Shut up and stop looking at me like that! She’s different, okay? I can’t just go up to her and make a fool of myself.”
"Besides you already made a fool for yourself by getting caught staring at her like some perv. what's more too loose?"
Nami glares at him, "You aren't helping.." She sighs dramatically. “Besides, I can’t even get a read on her on whether she likes girls or not. It’s a 50/50 shot.”
Usopp rolled his eyes, “Oh, please. If anyone’s gonna figure it out, it’s me. I’m a well-known expert in the love department.” He studied Vivi across the gym, squinting as he rubbed his chin with exaggerated seriousness. After a moment, he snapped his fingers. “I got it!”
Nami perked up, hopeful. “Really?”
Usopp shrugged. “No, sorry. I lied. I can’t tell either.”
Nami clenched her fists, but somehow resisted the urge to strangle him. Not today, Nami...Desperate, she turned to Robin, clasping her hands together. “What about you, Robin? Can’t you tell?”
Robin hummed thoughtfully, eyes studying Vivi for a few moments as she effortlessly spiked the volleyball over the net and laughed with the other girls. She turned back to Nami with a serene smile. “As you said, it’s 50/50. She could either be religiously straight or... a raging gay. Perhaps even bisexual. It’s hard to say.”
Nami groaned, burying her face in her hands again. “So, basically, I’m back to square one.”
Usopp patted her back sympathetically. “Come on, just go talk to her. Worst-case scenario, she says no.” Robin chuckled softly, “Yes, but wouldn’t it be loathsome if Nami approached her, found out she was straight, and got expelled for being caught staring at her like a creep?”
Usopp shot her a side-eye. “You’re not helping, Robin.”
Nami sighed deeply. “Why did God have to make me a girl kisser?!” she muttered, dramatically throwing her head back. She pulls it together before watching Vivi move across the court with a kind of reverence. She forgot everything she’d been stressed about lately just from watching her. She’s so pretty...
So lost in her thoughts, Nami didn’t hear Zoro yelling, “Watch out!” before it was too late. A basketball hit her square in the face, the impact echoing across the gym. A collective gasp followed, and Nami was acutely aware of the eyes now trained on her. “Sorry, Nami!” Luffy called out, chuckling.
Nami sat there, stunned, her face stinging and nose starting to trickle blood. She instinctively covered it with her hand as she rose from the bleachers and walk down the steps, her gaze darting around. Then she noticed Vivi, who was staring at her too, concern evident on her face.
Of course, Vivi saw that. Nami wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Great. A baddie saw her get hit in the face with a ball and it’s both those idiots fault.
She shakily raised her fist at Zoro, who flinched. But instead of hitting him Nami patted his shoulder smiling, causing him to tense even more.
“You guys are so dead,” she muttered under her breath with faux happiness, only for Zoro and Luffy to hear. Their horrified faces did little to comfort her as she stormed out of the gym, holding her nose.
Yep, definitely going to cry about this later.
1+ at lunch
Nami sat with her group of friends at lunch, half-listening to their conversation while occasionally glancing around the cafeteria, hoping to catch a glimpse of Vivi. Her eyes continued to sweep the room, until finally, she spotted Vivi at the lunch line, scanning the room with her tray in hand. Vivi looked a bit lost, uncertain where to sit.
“Hey Nami, is your face feeling better?” Luffy suddenly asked, mouth half-full with food.
She ignored him, her focus drifting back to the lunch line where Vivi now stood. Their eyes locked for the sixth time today, and Nami quickly looked away, her face warming up like always. She tried to join in on the conversation with her friends, but a nagging feeling made her glance back—and her heart stopped. Vivi was heading straight toward her table.
Panicked, Nami whipped back around and forced herself to focus on the chatter, trying to act casual. She could feel a knot tightening in her stomach, and the sudden silence at the table made it worse. Her friends weren’t talking anymore, but they weren’t looking at her either. They were staring—no, not at her. They were staring past her.
Well except for Luffy who clearly couldn't read social cues, "Ay, that's the girl Nami was staring at in the hallway!" He muttered loudly to Usopp.
A soft throat clearing came from behind her. Nami froze for a second before slowly turning around. There, standing right behind her, was Vivi with a shy smile. “Hey, stranger that keeps staring at me,” Vivi said, her voice playful yet soft. Nami’s heart leaped into her throat. Oh god, she noticed. “Sorry for staring at you,” she muttered, her voice barely audible. But Vivi simply chuckled. “It’s fine. You’ve been the only kind one about it.”
Nami blinked in confusion, and Vivi, chewing on her lip for a moment, seemed to be debating whether to say more. Finally, she added, “Besides, I wouldn’t mind if a pretty girl like you stared at me.”
Nami blinked, caught off-guard but definitely not complaining. Did she just…? Her brain was short-circuiting. "Mind if I sit with you guys?" Vivi asked sweetly, her eyes bright.
Nami’s mind went blank, but she managed a stiff nod before her brain decided to work again and the table nodded enthusiastically, making room for Vivi to sit. As Vivi joined them, she immediately started chatting animatedly with the group, laughing and fitting in effortlessly. Nami, meanwhile, just stared. It was like staring was the only thing she was good at today. She could barely focus on anything else. Vivi must have noticed because, after a moment, she glanced Nami's way with that same warm smile.
“Hi,” Nami muttered, her voice hoarse and quiet. Stupid brain. Of all the things she could have said, that’s what came out? She cringed inwardly. But Vivi just smiled brighter.
“Hi back,” Vivi responded softly, her smile widening as she looked directly at Nami, amusement clear in her eyes.
Nami didn’t even try to look away this time. Vivi had caught her staring way too many times already today.
“You’ve been... looking at me a lot today, haven’t you?” Vivi said, her voice quiet enough that the others wouldn’t hear but just loud enough for Nami to catch. There was no accusation in her words, just a soft, playful curiosity.
Nami bit her lip, knowing there was no escape. “Yeah,” she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck with an awkward chuckle. “I guess I have.”
Vivi blinked, surprised that Nami wasn’t making excuses. She seemed to fumble for a response before asking, softly, “Why?”
Nami took a breath, her heart pounding as she searched for the right words. “I just... think you’re really pretty,” she muttered, her eyes flicking down to the table for a moment before meeting Vivi’s gaze again. “It’s hard not to look at you.”
Vivi’s cheeks flushed pink, her own shyness creeping in despite the warm smile that tugged at her lips. She laughed lightly, glancing away for a second before looking back at Nami with a sparkle in her eyes. “That’s a really sweet reason.”
Nami shrugged, trying to play it off, though she couldn’t stop the small smile spreading on her face. “It’s the truth.”
Vivi’s smile softened, her confidence returning just a bit. “Well... next time you feel like staring, you can always just talk to me instead,” she teased, but the gentle blush on her face made it clear that she wasn’t as bold as she seemed.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Nami replied, a small grin tugging her lips. Vivi’s eyes lingered on Nami for a moment longer before she turned back to the group, seamlessly joining the conversation, but not before shooting Nami one last, playful look.
And with that. She was definitely done for.