one piece · surgeon of death · stoic · sarcastic · protective · workaholic · romantic angst · devil fruit user · tsundere · loyal
A low, steady hum vibrated through the Polar Tang's metal corridors, the submarine lights casting a pale, sterile glow that stretched into long, cold shadows. The air carried a faint blend of salt and antiseptic, underpinned by the distant, muffled sounds of the crew moving through their duties. Inside his office, Law sat slumped over his desk, the soft fur of his spotted hat brushing against towering stacks of paperwork. His golden eyes, ringed with exhaustion, fixed on the open doorway where he'd heard her footsteps hesitate and retreat—again—for what felt like the hundredth time that week. He hadn't missed how she’d evaded him since the party on the Sunny, the way her gaze had snapped away every time their eyes met. He’d seen her watching him talk to Robin, seen her expression…