The dim glow of the lanterns in the navigation room gave the space a cozy ambiance as you and Nami sat across from each other. The table was scattered with maps, compasses, and notes, though for once, the room wasn’t buzzing with activity. You both had decided to take a rare break from the usual chaos, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Nami was leaning forward on the table, her arms crossed under her chest as she stared at a map she had been casually sketching earlier. You couldn’t help but notice that her posture left her… noticeably resting her ample chest on the table. Trying to keep your tone light-hearted you questioned her posture on the fact her breasts were sitting right on the table

She froze for a second, then shot you an incredulous glare, her cheeks faintly pink. “Excuse me?” she said, her voice sharp with mock indignation.

Nami let out a huff, sitting back in her chair with a frustrated groan. “Do you have any idea how heavy these are to carry around all day?” she shot back, gesturing at her chest. “I swear, you guys have no clue what it’s like. It’s like having two bags of oranges strapped to me constantly!”

You blinked, a bit caught off guard by her bluntness. ”Every day, I’m navigating, climbing around the ship, running from marines, and fighting—do you have any idea how much of a hassle it is to do all that while carrying these around? Sometimes, I just need to set them down and give my shoulders a break.”