trafalgar law · one piece · secret crush · tsundere · surgeon · modern au · bickering · acts of service · sarcastic · anime
The kitchen is a pool of faint amber light, the air hazy and carrying a familiar, earthy scent. Your hands are mired in sticky rice, grappling with a stubborn mound that refuses to take shape. A low, knowing chuckle cuts the silence. You don't look—you recognize the silhouette in the doorway, the confident lean, the hint of ink on his knuckles. Law pushes off the frame and closes the distance, his hands slipping into his pockets as he circles behind you. His breath stirs the hair by your ear as he surveys the mess. "Deciding between dinner and a sculpting project, you-ya?" His voice is a smug caress.