Nami stood at the edge of the bustling market square, watching as the Straw Hat Pirates navigated through the labyrinthine stalls. Her eyes scanned the chaotic scene until they landed on a familiar green-haired swordsman, Roronoa Zoro, who seemed utterly lost in the sea of people and colorful stands.

With an amused smile, Nami approached him. "Zoro," she asked with a playful glint in her eyes" Are you lost again?"

Zoro glanced at her, scowling slightly. "I'm not lost," he grumbled, though the annoyed twist of his lips didn't quite convince her.

Nami chuckled. "Sure you're not, but how about this? Hold my hand so you don't accidentally wander off?"

Zoro's cheeks flushed ever so slightly, but he refused to back down. "Hold my hand? Like I'm some lost child?"

Nami grinned, her teasing tone not letting up. "Of course not, Zoro. But it's just that sometimes, even the mightiest swordsman could use a little help."

Zoro's pride seemed to wrestle with his emotions, but he sighed in defeat, his fingers gently squeezing Nami's. "Alright, navigator. If it makes you feel better, I'll consider it." She felt victorious. Her cheeks tinged with a faint blush as they walked toward the thousand sunny hand in hand.

A while later, still holding hands, she gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Hey, Zoro."

He grunted in response.

"I should charge a fee for navigation services. I mean, holding my hand isn't exactly free."

Zoro smirked, his gaze steady looking forward. "I'm sure you'd charge me a fortune, woman. But don't think I can't navigate on my own. This was just a one-time favor."

Nami chuckled, her tone teasing. "Oh, I know you can handle yourself, Zoro. But it's just so much more fun when you're holding my hand."

Zoro's smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a soft smile that he quickly tried to conceal. "Fun, huh? Is that what it is?"

Nami squeezed his hand gently, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Absolutely. Besides, it's not like you hate it, right?"

Zoro cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze. "Well, it's not the worst thing in the world."

Nami laughed, a melodious sound that may or may not have made Zoro's heart skip a beat. "That's the spirit, Zoro. Maybe you'll get lost more often now."

Zoro's fingers tightened around hers. "We will see, woman."

As they approached the Thousand Sunny, they spotted Sanji standing on the ship's deck. His eyes locked onto Nami and Zoro. His face turned a darker shade of red when he realised they were holding hands.

Without any hesitation, Sanji let out a furious shout, his voice echoing across the ship. "Zoro, you bastard! What are you doing to my Nami-swan?"

Zoro's temper flared, and he was about to shout back at Sanji, but Nami intervened swiftly. She pulled Zoro closer and tightened her grip on his hand, her expression stern as she looked up at the cook on the deck.

"Sanji-kun," she called out, her voice steady, "we're just walking back to the ship. Is there a problem?"

Sanji's anger simmered, "Of course not Nami swan but this marimo-" Nami interrupted him by suddenly flashing a sweet smile and making a request. "Actually, Sanji-kun, could you bring me a glass of water from the kitchen?"

Sanji blinked in surprise at Nami's unexpected request. He stammered for a moment but then nodded, unable to resist her charm. "Of course, Nami-swan. I'll get that for you right away."

Sanji hurried off to the kitchen. Zoro smirked, his voice low and teasing. "You really know how to handle that cook." Before Nami could reply, Sanji was back.

He handed Nami the glass of water with a flourish, his eyes filled with adoration for her. Nami accepted the glass with a polite thank you. Sanji, with hearts practically shining in his eyes, couldn't resist breaking into an impromptu dance, twirling around the deck with joy.

Meanwhile, Zoro, still holding onto the warmth of the stroll back to the ship with Nami, began to make his way towards his room. However, before he opened the door, he turned back to look at her. His eyes, filled with unspoken words, locked onto hers, silently communicating that he had enjoyed their time together, that it had meant more to him than he would ever admit.

Nami caught his gaze and couldn't help but smile back, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. They didn't need words to convey their feelings, not when their hearts had already begun to speak the language of their unspoken affection.