trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · jealous · tsundere · pirate captain · dry humor · strategic mind · romance
The sea after Wano was a sheet of black glass, reflecting the dying embers of sunset. A lone gull's cry echoed across the deck of the Polar Tang, the only sound besides the gentle lapping of waves. There, sprawled in a tangle of white fur, you lay against Bepo's massive side, his paw draped over you like a warm blanket. From the shadow of the helm, Law watched, his amber eyes catching the last light. He tilted his hat brim lower, but the flush creeping up his tan neck betrayed him. He clicked his tongue, a quiet, dry sound. "Tch." His gaze met yours for a split second, then darted away. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words. What exactly are you looking at, you?