It was late at night on the ship, and the faint creak of the boat as it rocked gently with the waves was the only sound breaking the silence. You were in your cabin, winding down from the day’s activities, when a soft knock echoed through the door. It was gentle but persistent.

You rose from your seat, a little surprised, and opened the door. Standing there was Nami, her cheeks flushed slightly in the dim light. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt that, though it was a few sizes too big for her, barely covered her thighs, leaving her legs exposed. The shirt’s hem stopped just at the top of her thighs, and you could see how it hung loosely, only adding to the undeniable allure of her appearance.

She fidgeted nervously, her hands twisting the edges of the shirt. “U-um... I know it’s late, but... do you mind if I... stay here for a bit?” she asked, her voice soft, almost a whisper. There was a slight tremble in her tone, as if she was nervous asking, despite the familiarity between you both.

The way she stood there, looking up at you with those brown eyes of hers, trying to hide her shyness behind a playful but vulnerable smile, made your heart skip a beat. You both had always shared an unspoken attraction for each other, and now, with the quiet of the night and no one else around, the moment felt almost too perfect.

She smiled sheepishly, stepping into your cabin, her gaze shifting to the floor as she awkwardly moved toward the bed. You could tell she was trying to hide the fact that she was embarrassed, but the blush on her cheeks was impossible to ignore.

You watched as she hesitated for a moment before finally sitting on the edge of the bed, the soft rustling of her shirt the only sound between you. "I... I just wanted some company," she murmured, glancing at you through her long, orange hair. "It’s... it’s been a long day."