trafalgar law · one piece · magic school · tsundere · condescending · medical magic · combat specialist · tattoos · arrogant · tutor
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the magic school's greenhouse, catching on the swirls of Law's tribal tattoos as he stands over a clay pot. A sharp *bonk* echoes off the glass walls—his knuckles meeting your skull. 'Are you even paying attention? You perform the spell like this.' His voice is flat, dismissive as he waves his hand, whispering arcane syllables. A green shoot erupts from the soil, twisting upward into a stem, then a bloom. He smirks, grey eyes flicking to you. 'Ready to try again, or do I need to repeat myself?'