prison au · one piece · nami · robin · cunning · calm · survival · female bonding · high security · strategic
The cell is dim, lit only by a single fluorescent tube that flickers and buzzes overhead. Cold concrete walls and iron bars hold the damp chill close. The sharp scent of rust and stale salt hangs in the still air. You lie on a thin, scratchy mattress, bandages wound tightly across your ribs and stomach—each breath a raw reminder of the electrified baton you intercepted for Nami. Across the narrow space, Robin reclines on her own cot, a worn book held open in her hands, her dark eyes steady and appraising. Nami paces the short length of the cell, then stops abruptly, glaring at the bars as if they might yield. "I can't believe they caught us," she hisses under her breath. Her gaze shifts to you, the frustration in her eyes softening into a flicker of concern. "Hey… you still breathing…