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"Oi, Zoro! Did you use my body wash?" Nami shouted from inside the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar and steam poured out.

Zoro flipped through channels and shouted back, "Yes! I told you I needed soap!"

Silence met his response and after a moment, Nami cried out, "Fine! But you're buying me more because that was my favorite!"

Zoro rolled his eyes, comfortable in his clean clothes that Nami finally gave back to him since the last time he showered at her place. Now, he was back again. He suddenly took in his space. He was stretched across her couch with remote in hand, as she showered in the bathroom with the door open. Zoro sat up confused. The last time he was in her apartment, he hurt her. Yet, she let him in.

He knew there was "forgiveness", but Nami did not forgive him. In actuality, she told him that she held him responsible and she needed something from him. He looked at his palms and balled them into fists. How far had he come to severely hurting her? He found it strange that she was so quick to bring him back, but more importantly, her statement rang in his mind unexpectedly. She spoke of broken bones, or more specifically, how many she had. So many that he could not hurt her because she could not feel the hurt? Zoro glanced around the apartment and saw no pictures of her or her sister, Nojiko. He did not see a single item that could not be bought online by another faceless person. Yet, he felt like he knew her.

Zoro knew she liked lavender, per her favorite body wash and the butter her sister made. Her mother planted trees, orange trees to be specific. He knew Nami came from a broken background and painful memories, and he did not care to revisit them unless she needed to…but would she? Would she visit that past…with him?

Suddenly, a knock at the door brought him back from his inner monologue and analytics.

"Zoro, can you get that?"

"Yeah, yeah", he grunted as he rose and went to the door. He opened it to find two kids standing there with disappointed faces, and they began bickering.

"Oh, damn it, Hoichael. I thought you said a hot chick lived here."

"She does, Michael. I swear! She always does her laundry in those super short-"

Zoro grabbed both boys by their ears and picked them as a vein pulsed at his temple. "What do you two little shits want?"

The boys tried to escape, but Zoro's hold was firm.

"Damn it, Hoichael- you picked the one door with the freaking Hulk as a doorman!"

"Shut up, Michael- ah, ugh- he's as bad as Mama!"

Zoro dropped the boys on the floor who rubbed their bottoms and their ears, while the papers that were in their hands scattered around them. Nami called from inside, still within the bathroom so her voice echoed out. "Who is it, Zoro? I swear if Brook is asking for more panties-"

"Just some kids", he spoke back and suddenly he heard the shower stop. He suddenly wondered if Nami liked kids or something.

"Told you, Michael! She does live here. This must be her boyfriend," Hoichael whispered to the other boy.

Zoro was about to kick the pair down the hall when he caught a look at the papers. The boys flinched as he reached down and picked one up.

"Ah, are you interested, bro?" Michael asked.

Zoro read the flyer and grumbled, "Don't call me 'bro'."

Michael stood up and helped Hoichael up, "Got it, big bro. Listen, our school is hosting a fair and the proceeds go to new textbooks and stuff. We are trying to get as much attention as possible since it's the last day."

Hoichael added, "Yeah, big bro. It's tons of fun and you should bring your hot girlfriend!"

Zoro looked down at the boys and spoke flatly, "She's not my girlfriend."

Hoichael wiggled his eyebrows and smoothed down his hair, "Oh, is she into younger me-"

Zoro slammed the door in their faces, as Nami exited the shower with her bathrobe wrapped around her and her hair still damp. He tried not to give her a second glance, but of course, she walked up to him and looked over his arm at the paper.

"What is it?"

"A flyer. For a carnival nearby. Proceeds go to the local school…"

Nami read it over and continued to dry her hair. "Looks fun."

Zoro would not have said anything but as she tucked a hair behind her ear, Zoro felt warm inside. "We should go."

Nami stopped what she was doing and looked at him. Her face was still flush from the hot shower, and tiny droplets curved against her breasts and dripped down her body hidden by her robe. She raised an eyebrow, "You have a fight coming up."

Zoro scanned her face and went back to the flyer. "Yeah, and we could use a break. Today is Friday, we got the weekend and the fight isn't until Wednesday next week."

Nami rolled her eyes, "So you want to slack off?"

Zoro leaned in and grinned, "Nah, let's just have some fun."

Nami felt the blush creep up on her and suddenly prioritized detangling her hair with her fingertips. However, Zoro did not stop his advance. He inched forward but Nami held her ground so they almost pressed against each other, without the excuse of walls or tight spaces.

"Come on, Nami. It'll be fun to just relax. Besides…" he read the paper, "There are tons of cheats trying to jack people's money with their cheap tricks. What better way for you to have some fun than to beat all their games and win a prize while you're at it?"

Nami smirked at the way he knew her too well. He knew how much she liked a challenge, but more importantly, she truly enjoyed taking money. "Fine, fine. We could use a break."

Nami spun around, which left Zoro with the scent of lavender and vanilla along with a couple of cool droplets from her hair. She walked to her bedroom and started to change until she realized the door was open. She turned in fear of her tattoo being spotted rather than Zoro gaping at her like any other man would, but instead, he read the paper and made his way back to the couch. Zoro did not look up once even though he could have a full view of her body. She smiled faintly at his practical, resourceful, and adaptable nature. Even if it came in an annoyed and smug expression. He seemed to fit in, wherever he went, and Nami found it comforting to see him on her couch. It suited him. On the other hand, did it suit her?

As she closed the door, she took note of Zoro's ability to move seamlessly from quiet bystander to active participant to leader of a revolution in one fell swoop. After all his pulling, he would go back to being an invisible and apparently disinterested introvert. He turned on all her switches, pushed all her buttons, and kept up with her. When she would think he would bombard her with questions or make her relive something, he would not. Instead, he would seem rather pensive, as if all he needed to know was in the head or clearly on her face.

It was as if he took some weird pleasure in it all, and it dawned on Nami that perhaps she was the one going crazy. Her plan was to make Zoro work for her until she was done with him, but as she buttoned up her plaid blouse and pulled on some jean shorts, she could not fathom a moment where her plan did not change because of him. Zoro had, as Sanji said, wormed his way into her life. Ironically, she needed someone to save her, and for so long, she assumed it would have it be herself. Now, as she put on a bit of lip-gloss and grew excited at a fun outing, she wanted someone to let her be free…to forget, if only for a day, that Arlong loomed over her. That her sister still laid unconscious on a bed. That she lost everyone dear to her because she was a thief and a coward. Yes, she wanted him to pick her up and that made her crazy.

Zoro knocked on her bedroom door, "Come on, Nami. It's already five. I want to get there before all the good food and drinks are gone."

Nami bit her lip and suppressed whatever insidious thoughts of illogical desire lingered in her heart, and as she opened her door and grabbed him by the hand, she led them out. If anyone was going to head this crazy train, Nami was determined to be the leader. He would get them both lost anyway.

Music Inspiration/Theme: "Chull" (Mogambo Remix)

On Tumblr, I submitted a prompt of Carnival Day (with kids), and it was super precious and cute. Suffice to say, this won't be ZoNa babies-filled BUT I am a sucker for this good ole' fashioned troupe of romance at the fair. Side note, Mr. & Mrs. Smith did a bit of this, and I am going to pay a little homage to that:)