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One Piece | Nami

There is always a certain grace that follows her every move. It's uncanny how poised and meticulous her actions seem.

You've always admired Nami for her strong personality and will, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't think she was beautiful.

The way the sun bounces off her glowing hair, her coy smile, her mesmerizing eyes. You could go on forever but you fear you're starting to sound like Sanji.

She seems so put together.

So very much unlike you.

Whereas she can speak eloquently and move with unmatched grace, you're the opposite. You stumble over your words and stumble while walking across the ship deck.

The number of times you've felt your skin prickle with embarrassment as you fumble in front of her is unparalleled.

Just the other day, you tripped on one of Zoro's weights and face planted. You got up immediately, waving away concerns with a chuckle as Luffy pointed and laughed along with you.

Until you noticed Nami smiling along. Her smile froze you in your tracks. That's when you got nervous.

No one wants to look like a fool in front of their hidden crush.

Thinking about it makes you groan. You're currently slumped in the kitchen, stirring a cup of tea that's lost it's heat ages ago. Sanji is working away cooking supper for everyone, humming a soft tune.

You wish you could be more open like he is.

Sanji never shuts up about how gorgeous and perfect Nami is, but you can never bring yourself to match that energy.

Of course, you're never left out of his compliments. He never plays favourites. You love him for that but, even so, it is hard watching him swoon over Nami.

You're afraid that she'll realize you could never give her as much as Sanji can.

After all, you can't cook very well and you don't wait on her hand and foot. And, you're not wealthy, so you can't buy her nice things.

Another sigh escapes your lips as you stare at the table in front of you. A new mug of steaming tea lands by your hand.

"Are you okay?" Sanji asks, his voice soft, "You've been staring at nothing for over an hour."

"It's... it's nothing. Just tired," you say, sitting up straighter to take the hot mug in your hands.

"Really?" He says, voice full of disbelief.

You nod, knowing your words would betray you.

He frowns slightly, resting his hands on his hips. You feel bad that he's concerned about you, but no one on this ship knows about your feelings. And you're not about to tell anyone.

Sanji turns around, towelling down a freshly washes pot, "It's about Nami, isn't it?"

Your jaw drops at that question, eyes wide.

"How'd you know?!"

"Ah, so it is," he chuckles.

A frown plants itself on your face.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," he reassures you. "It's just, I want to help you."

"Help?" You're confused, "Don't you like her too? Doesn't that make us love rivals?"

He glances over his shoulder, "Don't be silly, I love you both but not that way. Besides, I have my eye on someone else."

His confession throws you off.