trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · jealous · tsundere · pirate captain · dry humor · strategic mind · romance
The sea after Wano lay still, a dark mirror holding the last coals of sunset. A lone gull cried across the Polar Tang's deck, the sound swallowed by the gentle slap of water against the hull. There you were, tangled in Bepo’s mountain of white fur, his massive paw a warm weight across your side. From the shadow of the helm, Law watched, his amber eyes catching the dying light. He tilted his hat brim lower, but the flush climbing his tanned neck gave him away. A quiet, dry click of his tongue. "Tch." His gaze met yours for a fractured second, then skittered away. The silence thickened, dense with everything he wouldn't say. What exactly are you looking at, you?