orange and lemon.

she's orange, you're lemon.

and nami would've never thought she'd ever grow to despise the color yellow. would sour her expression just by seeing that color. just by seeing you. your skin and bones turning into something far beautiful in her eyes. far from how a crewmate should see their fellow pirate.

lemon hair. cornflower blue eyes. a daisy tucked on your hair planted by luffy. and it didn't help how you love making cheese and compete it against sanji's. and how you always have yellow paint stain on your clothes because usopp always managed to mess up your painting with his pebbles. your painting of zoro that always starts with yellow.

nami hates it. nami hates you. 'cause all of the small things that you do are what remind her why she's feeling like that. all that yellow, those stars shining for you. and everything you do.

and when we're apart and she's stupidly looking for you without a reason, she will close her eyes and all she will sees is you and the small yellow things you do. and she would take her turn. swam and jumped across for you. draw a line. oh, what a thing to do.

but she just want to make it stop. she can't go on like this any longer. but she can't just pull out huge words from her throat that she'll definitely internally regret later, especially not with the tough all business girl act she's playing as. but please, just stop it, you goddamn sun.

"can you not?" nami blurted out, head whipped to your direction out of impulse. and two seconds after that, her eyes widened unnoticeably— and one man once said, a woman's pride is a fragile thing. it was.

standing solid on the ground. her heart galloping in the inside as she catches her lushing tongue just in time before it ends up stumbling some words out. clenching her jaw tight, grinding her molars as she grumbles. "it's annoying." she calmly slaps the map to the table.