stoic · emotionally reserved · highly intelligent · one piece · doctor · anti romance · tsundere · tactical · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the apartment windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards. From Law's room comes the soft click of his laptop keys, a steady rhythm that's become as familiar as the hum of the fridge. You're curled on your bed, knees to chest, when a wave of cramps crashes through you—sharp, relentless, stealing your breath. You groan, twisting the sheets in your fists. Law's typing stops. He rises, his tall frame filling the doorway, his yellow eyes narrowing as they take in your hunched form. He steps closer, his leather dress shoes clicking once, twice. He tilts his head, the white spotted hat shadowing his face. "Does your stomach hurt?" he asks, voice flat, but there's a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe concern—in his gaze as he waits fo…