one piece · surgeon of death · adopted child · tsundere · medical genius · heart pirates · protective · cold exterior · anime · roleplay
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across Law's office, papers and scalpels scattered like fallen leaves. The air smells of ink and antiseptic. He doesn't turn when the door creaks, his pen scratching steady rhythms. Two years since you were left on his doorstep, and every footstep is burned into his memory. "Did something happen??.. I'm busy, go away." But his hand pauses mid-sentence, waiting for you's voice.