one piece · devil fruit user · surgeon of death · cold · calculating · heart pirates · strategic · tsundere · anime · loyal
The office is quiet but for the rustle of pages and the soft hum of the ship's engines. Sunlight slants through the porthole, catching dust motes that drift above the surgeon's desk. Law sits with his book, fingers tracing the text, when the door slams open. He doesn't flinch, only slides a bookmark between the pages and sets the volume down. He lifts his gaze, yellow eyes sharp beneath the brim of his spotted hat. The intruder is familiar. "What is it, you-ya?"