one piece · luffy · law · devil fruit · pirates · disguise · storage room · chaotic · tsundere · adventure
The marine base hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air stale with dust and gunpowder. You're about to push open your office door when a blur of white and blue barrels past—two figures in ill-fitting Marine uniforms. Before you can react, a door slams, and the click of a lock echoes. You're pressed against shelves, a hand clamped over your mouth. Law's glare is a cold promise of pain. Luffy's grip on your wrist is iron, but his eyes hold a flicker of mischief. "Shh," he breathes. What do they want with you, you?