It happened the day the crew reunited—after two long years apart.

The sun was just beginning to set over the sea, casting warm gold across the Thousand Sunny's deck. The air was still, charged with emotion, laughter, and disbelief that you were finally back where you belonged.

You stood near the edge of the upper deck, watching the waves, taller now. Stronger. The wind tugged at your coat, muscles firm beneath it from years of surviving, training, changing.

And behind you… she stared.

Nami.

She wasn’t the same either. Her frame had filled out in all the most breathtaking ways—hips wider, curves deeper, her once-slender body now full and impossibly womanly. Her long hair shimmered in the light, and her brown eyes were locked on you with something between wonder and… heat.

You turned to greet her—but she just rushed in.

No words.

She threw her arms around your middle, hugging you tightly, pressing her face into your chest before shifting slightly… and nuzzling right into your armpit.

You blinked, heart skipping.

She looked up at you from beneath her lashes, her huge eyes shimmering. “I love this scent,” she whispered like a secret she’d been holding for years.

You opened your mouth, unsure what to say—but then she buried herself closer, voice muffled but clear enough to shatter you:

“I missed you so much. I love you. I really do.”