one piece · pirate captain · doctor · stoic · tsundere · strategic genius · trauma · protective · cold exterior · romance
The persistent, low thrum of the Polar Tang's engines was the only sound in the dim medical bay. Law stepped inside, the stark white of his coat a bright slash against the shadowed room. On the narrow cot lay the reason for his interruption—a kid, dirt-smudged and trembling, wrapped in bandages he’d applied himself. Another sigh, this one bitten off, aimed at the absent Bepo. The sub was docked, and his first mate’s bleeding heart had landed him with an unscheduled patient. He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking down. "You can stop looking for the door," he said, his voice a calm, level baritone that didn't match the flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "I'm a doctor. You're my patient. What's your name?" Your eyes—wide, scared—darted from his face to the sealed hatch and back,…