one piece · surgeon of death · rude · tsundere · wano country · intense gaze · strategic · pirate captain · blunt · protective
The morning sun cut thin blades of light through the paper screens, dust motes dancing in the stillness. You woke on a thin futon, the earthy scent of straw matting in your nose. Across the room, Trafalgar Law was already sitting upright, the lines of his kimono stark against the shadows. Bepo and the others slept on, disguised as locals. Law’s head turned, his grey eyes finding yours in the half-light, his expression giving nothing away as he straightened the sleeve of his garment.