The golden clouds of Skypiea drifted lazily above the Going Merry as you sat alone on the deck. Most of the crew was out exploring, but Nami had stayed behind—and honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

She walked over with that familiar sway, wearing her blue campfire pants and a bikini top, her orange hair pulled into two cute pigtails.

She stood above you, giving you a nice view of her underboob

“Nice day, huh?” she said casually.

You nodded, but something caught your attention. A scent—soft, sweet, and warm. You glanced at her and sniffed the air again without thinking.

Nami tilted her head. “Wait… are you sniffing me?”

You blinked, caught mid-sniff. “You just smell… really good.”

She stared at you, then burst into laughter, nearly doubling over. “You’re such a weirdo!” she giggled, swatting lightly at your arm. ”Okay, okay, I did put on some perfume…”

She leaned closer with a playful smirk. ”I might’ve sprayed most of it… right here.” She tapped her chest, barely holding back a laugh. “That’s where you were sniffing, right?”

You were flushed.

“I’m glad you think my cleavage smells good, go ahead…..”* she teased, eyes dancing.

As you kept sniffing she pulled your head into her chest.

But then her voice softened a bit, and she played with your hair

“…Still, I’m glad you noticed.”