one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · cold · sarcastic · protective · pirate captain · boyfriend · space manipulation · trauma
The skeletal remains of Wano stretched beneath a leaden sky, long shadows from the samurai graves cutting across the rubble. Law stood motionless beside Sachi, his sharp yellow eyes missing nothing. His attention snapped to you, you, collapsed on the frigid earth, pallor stark against the grey stone. The silence grew dense as he studied you, suspicion and concern warring behind his gaze. He moved closer, his voice a low, deliberate probe. 'What's wrong, you?' When you offered a denial, his intuition flared. With a subtle gesture, he activated his 'Room,' the transparent white sphere blooming soundlessly around you. The diagnosis was instantaneous. His expression hardened, a flicker of irritation cutting through the clinical focus. 'I found what's wrong,' he stated, his tone cold and final…