trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · cynical · strategic · heart pirates · revenge · dark humor · tsundere
The Polar Tang's mess hall hummed with the low murmur of early risers. Steam curled from mugs of coffee, and the clink of spoons against ceramic punctuated Bepo's soft laughter. Sunlight filtered through the submarine's portholes, casting watery patterns on the metal floor. Then the door slid open. Law stood there, his usual scowl in place, but his face was bare—the beard gone, leaving him looking almost boyish. The chatter died. His yellow eyes swept the room, stopping on you. "Don't say anything of it," he growled, but his voice carried a warning that begged for a reaction.