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[ His heart might be racing, but Nami's feels like it's slowed down considerably as she holds her breath and takes in every aspect of how Sanji reacts to that note. This isn't as visceral as the last time Nami put her heart on her sleeve, like she had back outside Coco Village when she asked Luffy for help, but it feels just as soul-bearing. Her stomach, if not her entire body, becomes one large knot while she watches him clutch the lighter in his hand while he reads, the heavy press of concern threatening to break through the fragile wall of her hopes until he turns, and she can see the look on his face.

In the span of a second, this effort in sharing, and all the stress that came with it, seems like a very paltry price to pay. His expression is beautiful. He's never hidden anything from her, and yet the light in his eyes manages to look new. Warmth spreads across her face, and though part of her wants to, Nami ignores the urge to duck her head and hide her face, choosing instead to take those few steps closer and meet him halfway before rising up onto the balls of her feet to make it even easier for Sanji to wrap his arms around her.

She swears she can feel his heart hammering against her chest, although she suspects it could be her own racing away as well, a thunderous patter that picks up a half step as he pulls back to cradle her face in that adoring way of his, before kissing her at last. ]

Okay– [ Nami pauses, looking almost sheepish as an uncharacteristically girlish laugh escapes her, and she grins helplessly wide up at his face, tears pricking up at the corners of her eyes. ] Okay, shut up. [ Another giggle, and she shakes her head at herself and leans in to kiss him again, still smiling stupidly against his mouth. ] Happy birthday, Sanji.