Davy D. Nami

(Just a reminder: over there, wives take their husbands' surnames after marriage, so you know what this name means if you know.)

That night, at Nami's home.

Nami lived on the west side of the main house, where she could see the training grounds and the outlines of distant mountains through her window.

She had furnished this room bit by bit with money she had "earned" herself: nautical charts covered the walls, the bookshelves were crammed with tomes on meteorology and navigation, and drawing tools and unfinished island sketches lay scattered across the desk.

When Dawn pushed open the door, she was standing by the window with her back to it. Moonlight poured over her, outlining the mature curves of her figure.

Dawn walked up behind her. He did not touch her, merely looked out at the same view beyond the window.

"What are you looking at?"

"The mountains."

Nami's voice was calm.

"I used to think those mountains were so tall that I'd never be able to cross them. But now... they don't seem that far away anymore."

Dawn chuckled. "Because you've grown taller."

"Not just physically."

At last, she turned around and looked up at him. Moonlight fell over her face. Those sly, lively eyes, like a kitten's, now held something deeper.

"Dawn, tell me honestly. Do you have even the slightest bit of genuine affection for me?"

The question came abruptly. Dawn did not answer at once. Instead, he raised a hand and caressed her cheek.

His palm was huge, nearly covering the entire side of her face. His fingertips brushed against her warm skin.

"I do. Of course I do. I've liked you since my previous life. What about you?"

Nami fell silent for a few seconds, then sighed. Her shoulders relaxed as she laid