Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible.

Rating: T

Note: From the 24 hours prompt request in my tumblr by skeletonyolo.

24 Hours

[14:00] | [2:00 PM]

"Oops. Sorry!"

"Watch where you are going!"

Nami immediately scowled when she heard the familiar gruff tone addressed her. There was no denying who its owner was.

That irritating (yet hot) green-haired man who lives a floor away from her.

"Can't blame me. You're so wide I actually thought you were a door." Nami can't help but be snide at him.

Zoro scoffed at her remark. "Careful," he looked down at her, a sneer curling on his lips. "I nearly stepped on you."

"YOU!"

She rammed the laundry basket she was holding at his mid-section. Honestly, their height difference wasn't really that much…

…if she was wearing her four inched heels instead of her handy-dandy flip-flops.

"Oof! You witch!"

"Oops," Nami snickered as she side-stepped to walk past him. She did a double-take when she saw he was holding a laundry basket on his hand. "Laundry day?"

"Yeah," Zoro growled at her, rubbing his abdomen. "You done hogging the area?"

"I am not hogging it!" Nami bit back, her eyes widening. "Can't help it if you don't know how to actually check the laundry area schedule!"

Zoro shrugged. "Franky told me to just head up here."

"Probably because I'm already done you idiot," Nami grumbled at him. "You're lucky no one probably booked the area after me."

The tall man just snorted. "You'll learn in time that those booked schedules don't really work here." With that, he stepped inside the laundry area Nami had recently vacated.

The orange-haired woman studied him for a moment.

If he wasn't such a snarky ass, Zoro is honestly damn attractive.

She watched the way the muscle of his arm flexed slightly when he lifted the machine's door…

…and nonchalantly chucked all of his clothes inside.

"Oh my gosh Zoro you don't do it like that!"

"Huh?" He turned his head towards her.

Nami stepped back inside the laundry area, setting aside her own laundry basket and stood beside him. Thankfully it was spacious enough to accommodate two people comfortably. "You just don't throw everything inside!"

"Why? They'll all get cleaned at the same time."

""Are you a moron? Some of your clothes might bleed on the others."

"Tch! It doesn't matter."

Nami looked at him in dismay before shoving him aside. "Let me."

"Oi!"

She ignored his complaints as she separated his white ones from his dark-colored clothes.

"You know what; I don't even want to ask how you're able to survive doing your laundry like this all this time." Nami threw him an astounded look.

Zoro scratched at the back of his head. "I usually go to a Laundromat."

"That is actually a much better idea than you doing your own laundry."

He didn't respond and instead crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ok done," Nami clapped her hands clean. "Just do the dark colored ones first then the white." She stood with arms akimbo as she raised an eyebrow at Zoro. "Got it?"

"Yeah…"

She nodded her head before grabbing her laundry basket and leaving him to his own devices.

Then she backtracked to look at him again.

"Please don't tell me you still need help with hanging them?"

"No!"

Nami stared at him curiously. There was a red hue tinting his cheeks all of a sudden.

And her eyes dropped at the basket near his feet…

… with his undergarments still in them.

Oh.

Nami raised her eyes again to look at him, fighting the catty grin that wanted to appear on her face.

Zoro shot her an unamused look.

Squaring her shoulders, she huffed at him, resting her laundry basket at the crook of her waist.

"They're just clothes Zoro," she rolled her eyes at him.

He scowled at her.

"Be nice, I might do you a favor and fold your laundry for you," she sing-songed giving him a teasing wink as she watched the way his face turned into a deeper shade of red at the thought of her touching his undergarments.

"Just try witch!"

She just laughed it off before leaving him and heading down the stairs.

Gosh, he's so darn cute.

– The End –

R and R please.