Metamorphosis | Luffy x Nami

Chapter 4

The warm rays of sunlight began to shine through her window and she released an airy yawn, slowly blinking away the drowsiness that had yet to escape her. Although she lacked a sufficient amount of sleep, she felt immensely recharged.

Stilly, Nami laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling with a dopey smile etched across her face as she recalled her phone call with Luffy.

They had spoken for hours about literally nothing at all and everything at once and she took full advantage of the phone call to dive deeper into getting to know him. His likes, his dislikes, his favorite color, which she now knew was red. His favorite song, his favorite food.

She giggled softly remembering his answer was "meat". No particular recipe... literally just flat out "meat".

She in turn, now acknowledged how throughout the duration of their phone call, she was thrown completely out of her element. She would squirm this way and that way under her covers, often giggling like a teenage girl from their conversation.

Damnit.

She was apprehensive to admit it, but Luffy was breaking down the emotional walls she had spent so many years trying to keep up. He too now knew her favorite color, her favorite song, her favorite foods, what makes her tick, and what makes her laugh.

She furrowed her brows in thought.

I don't even remember hanging up?

She unplugged her charger from the phone and her jaw dropped open in realization when she eyed the screen to see the call was still connected,

7 hours and 46 minutes later.

Well... I guess that answers my question.

"Luffy?" she questioned in a groggy voice, placing the phone to her ear.

He made a small noise and she could hear slight shuffling. "Good morning, Nami." he replied just as groggily and let out a breathy yawn from the other line.

She smiled warmly. "Good morning."

Anyone who'd saw her right now would undoubtedly be able to tell how infatuated she was. Her cheesy smile threatened to leave her face and her cheeks were tinged pink.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked softly.

"Better than I have in a long time. What about you?"

"I have to agree with you on that."

He laughed lightly. Luffy was on the same boat. Back at home, he was sitting in bed, propped up against his headboard and smiling way wider than usual.

"I guess we should probably get ready for class, huh?" he stated with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Nami stretched her free arm out, humming delightedly as she stood from her bed. She was convinced that absolutely nothing would be able to ruin the remarkable mood she was in, and she had Luffy to thank for that.

She chuckled. "I guess we should."

He was completely enamored.

And so was she.

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Thanks to Nami, Luffy was passing Calculus with flying colors and she somehow was even roped into becoming his permanent tutor, not that she was complaining anyway.

It was Luffy after all.

They had been spending a lot more time together too, often marveling in each other's presence in the most simplistic of ways such as doing homework together or conversing for countless hours over the phone. They were inevitably drawn to each other, even within groups of people.