Aggravation

She was furious, but you'd never know with her calm exterior. Years had taught her mastery over her emotions, especially when it came to masking them away from her idiot crew members. Except Robin; the older woman was always so intuitive anyway.

Yet there she was, her arms crossed over her chest, blank eyes focused on the limping figure in front of her. His straw hat ruffled in the fresh breeze lightly blowing, and without a word to anyone, he slowly passed his nakama by and entered the captain's cabin, closing the door behind him.

Sanji and Usopp turned to each other, concern on their brows. The first mate, scars matching his captain's, had shrugged. He sat down on his usual spot, wincing at the pain that Chopper was now tending to. "Let him be. Got into a scuffle. He'll be fine."

Robin had turned to Nami, whose face still held the same blank expression. The Oharan native produced an arm on the navigator's shoulder and used it to pat the orange-colored head. Nami sighed.

The door to the captain's cabin opened once more, and the man inside lifted his head from his desk. At the doorway, he saw his navigator approach holding a bowl of water and a towel.

"I'm fine, Nami," Luffy told her, grimacing when she started tending to his wounds. "It was an easy fight, you know."

"You're reckless," she replied, refusing to stop with her ministrations. The navigator's hands were gentle, contrary to the amount of shaking anger within her. "What on earth could you have possibly had to fight about with the townspeople? Was somebody looking to make a quick bounty out of your 300 million beli head?"

"I was def—It's nothing," the captain turned a bit crimson, to Nami's surprise.

She didn't push further; she could only guess why he had fought. Reckless her captain may be, but she knew he wouldn't have gotten so angry unless it had something to do with his nakama. Nami reexamined the work she had done to Luffy's wounds and finally stood up, satisfied. As she headed back out the door, she turned. "When you come back next time, it better be with less scratches."

Luffy gave his navigator a long look before breaking into a wide grin. "But Nami, you enjoy fixing me up!"

The towel went straight to Luffy's face and the door slammed shut. The captain chuckled. Before the towel wrapped itself around his head, he had seen Nami's cheeks turn bright crimson, and he knew then that her anger had dissipated. Years had taught him mastery in reading his navigator's moods. Only, he'd never tell her that.