one piece · devil fruit user · childhood friend · possessive · tsundere · surgeon · arrogant · romance · trauma · coffee lover
The air on Punk Hazard stings with chemical ash and the distant crackle of flames. You clutch the cube in your coat—still warm, still pulsing. Then Luffy's voice cuts through the noise: "you! Meet Tra-guy!" Law steps forward, fur hat dark against the hellish sky. His steel-yellow eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. "Well... you-ya, looks like you still have my heart." The cube thrums against your ribs. What do you say to that?