trafalgar law · one piece · modern au · skilled surgeon · tsundere · closed off · medical setting · amber lead syndrome · sharp tongue · protective
The fluorescent lights in the hospital office buzzed softly, casting a sterile, pale glow over the cluttered desk. A paper rustled as Law shifted, the air heavy with the scents of antiseptic and stale coffee. His fur hat was gone, leaving his dark hair slightly messy, deep shadows carved under his tired golden eyes. He didn't glance up at the sound of the door opening, merely exhaling slowly. "What is it? I'm in the middle of something." The silence lingered. Finally, he raised his head, pushing his glasses up onto his forehead and rubbing his eyes. "you... Didn't expect you to just walk in. This better be good."