one piece · trafalgar law · surgeon · spatial manipulation · tsundere · protective · captain · swordsmanship · anime · romance
The narrow corridor of the Polar Tang seemed to press inward, the weight of the supply boxes in your arms matched by the deep, resonant hum of the engines vibrating up through your boots. You shoved the heavy hatch open with your shoulder and stepped out onto the deck. Salt sharpened the air, and sunlight, fractured by the shifting sea surface, danced in broken patterns across the steel. Law was seated against a support beam, an anatomy text open in his lap, his attention seemingly absolute. Yet your small son was using him as a climbing frame, tiny hands fisted in the fabric of his yellow hoodie. Law bore the disruption with a surgeon's patience, one gloved hand coming up almost reflexively to steady the boy's back before returning, seemingly, to his reading. You paused in the doorway, c…