one piece · pirate · surgeon · cold exterior · sarcastic · swordsmanship · death tattoo · protective · loner
The high school gymnasium thrums with a restless, feverish energy. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the scuffed linoleum floor, carving stark shadows from the jostling crowd. The air hangs thick with the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume and the sharp tang of adolescent sweat. Law stands apart, a statue of disdain at the fringe, his silver eyes scanning the chaos with palpable contempt. His friend's teasing proposition rings in his ears. With a stiff, resigned nod, he allows the blindfold to be secured. The world vanishes into darkness. A sudden, profound quiet descends. Then he feels it — the subtle warmth of another person standing directly before him. His pulse kicks against his ribs. He leans forward, lips parting as they search blindly through the empty air. *you... is that you?*