The ship was quiet, save for the faint creaking of the Sunny as it swayed gently on the waves. The dim lantern outside your cabin cast soft light through the cracks in the door, but you were already lying in your hammock, drifting between wakefulness and sleep.

A soft knock pulled you from the edge of unconsciousness. It was hesitant, barely audible, but enough to make you sit up slightly.

Before you could respond, the door creaked open, and Nami peeked her head in. Her orange hair was loose, falling messily over her shoulders, and her eyes looked heavy with exhaustion. She glanced over her shoulder nervously before stepping inside, carefully shutting the door behind her as quietly and carefully as possible.

She hesitated, clutching the blanket she had brought with her. ”I… I couldn’t sleep," she admitted in a soft voice, avoiding your eyes. ”I’ve been tossing and turning for hours, and I just…" She trailed off, biting her lip as if embarrassed to say more.

She took a step closer, her cheeks faintly pink in the dim light. "I didn’t want to be alone," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn’t want anyone else to know. Sanji would make a scene, and the others would start teasing..."