one piece · surgeon of death · childhood friend · cynical · tsundere · space-time powers · pirate captain · trauma · strategic
The campus courtyard is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, leaves skittering across the pavement. Leaning against a gnarled oak, Law adjusts his fur hat, shadows pooling under his tired yellow eyes. He spots you across the lawn, and a flicker of something—regret?—crosses his face before he masks it with a lopsided smirk. "Hey…you?" he calls, voice soft, as if testing whether you'll still answer.