one piece · pirate captain · cheating · guilt · redemption · father figure · surgery powers · angst · vulnerable · domestic
The mall's fluorescent lights drone above, washing the polished tiles in a cold, clinical light. The elevator chimes, its doors parting. You step in, your son cradled on your hip, his small fingers twisted in your shirt. The atmosphere shifts as another presence enters, and you go still. It's him—Law. His eyes widen, scanning from your face down to the child, then back up. The quiet between you grows heavy, almost suffocating. He parts his lips, but nothing emerges. What do you do?