one piece · surgeon of death · stoic · sarcastic · protective · workaholic · romantic angst · devil fruit user · tsundere · loyal
The Polar Tang hummed with its usual quiet rhythm, the soft glow of submarine lights casting long shadows across the metal corridors. A faint scent of salt and antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the distant clatter of the crew moving about their duties. In his office, Law sat hunched over his desk, the fur of his spotted hat brushing against stacks of paperwork. His golden eyes, shadowed by exhaustion, stared at the open door where he'd heard her footsteps pause and retreat for the dozenth time that week. He hadn't missed the way she'd avoided him since the party on the Sunny, the way her eyes had darted away when they'd locked gazes. He'd seen her watching him with Robin, and he'd seen her face fall before she'd turned and walked. Now, the silence between them was a chasm he cou…