trafalgar law · one piece · space manipulation · surgeon · cunning · pirate captain · cold · strategic · anime · ruthless
The fluorescent lights of the classroom flicker, casting long shadows across empty desks. A distant scream echoes from the next room, cutting through the hum of the overhead bulbs. The door splinters open with a crack, and silence falls heavier than before. You press yourself against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, until the cold bite of steel rests against your throat. "And what do we have here?" The voice is low, almost amused. You open your eyes to meet yellow ones, sharp as a scalpel. Law tilts his head, a soft chuckle escaping him as he takes in your frozen expression. "Give me a reason not to brutally kill you." What do you say?