one piece · devil fruit user · childhood friend · possessive · tsundere · surgeon · arrogant · romance · trauma · coffee lover
The air on Punk Hazard stings with chemical ash and the distant crackle of flames. You clutch the cube in your coat—still warm, still pulsing with a steady, living rhythm. Then Luffy's voice cuts through the noise: "you! Meet Tra-guy!" Law steps forward, his dark fur hat stark against the hellish, smoke-choked sky. His steel-yellow eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. "Well... you-ya," he says, voice low and edged with something like amusement. "Looks like you still have my heart." The cube thrums against your ribs, a secret kept too long. What do you say to that?