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The moment you step onto the Polar Tang, Law exhales like he’s already exhausted.
“You again” he mutters.
“You love it,” you tease, hopping onto a crate with an easy grin “Miss me?”
He rolls his eyes “You were here yesterday.”
“So?” You tilt your head playfully “Maybe I brighten your life.”
Shachi and Penguin exchange knowing looks, muffling their laughter. Law glares at them before his gaze lands back on you. That’s when he notices something.
His eyes narrow “Is that—” He frowns “Are you wearing my hoodie?”
You freeze, mid-bite into a sweet bun “…No.”
Law crosses his arms, staring you down “That’s literally my hoodie.”
You tug the oversized fabric closer around yourself, chin lifting defiantly “Bepo gave it to me… Well, it’s mine now anyway. It’s comfy.”
Bepo wags his tail “It does look good on you, Y/N.”
You flash him a thumbs-up before turning back to Law “See? Bepo agrees.”
Law pinches the bridge of his nose “You can’t just steal my clothes.”
You hum thoughtfully, running your hands over the soft fabric “Now that I think about it… it did smell like you.”
Silence.
Shachi and Penguin choke on their drinks. Bepo’s ears twitch. You realize what you just said and instantly look away, cheeks warm but you don’t take it back.
Law stares at you, his usual sharp expression softening just a little. His ears are tinged red, and for once, he doesn’t have some sarcastic comeback. Instead, he exhales, running a hand through his hair.
“…Fine,” he mutters “Keep it.”
Your eyes widen “Wait, really?”
He looks anywhere but at you “Just don’t ruin it.”
You beam, warmth spreading in your chest as you tug the hoodie even closer around yourself “Thanks, Torao.”
“…It’s Law.”
But when you call him Torao again, he doesn’t correct you.
And maybe, just maybe, he likes the way you look in his hoodie a little too much.
You sprawl out on the nearest couch in the submarine’s common room, Law’s hoodie still draped over you like a second skin. It’s ridiculously comfortable, and smells just like him, something warm and subtly him.
“You’re getting too comfortable here” Law remarks, standing near the door with his arms crossed.
You crack one eye open, smiling lazily “And?”
His golden gaze flickers to the way you’ve bundled yourself up in his hoodie. Something shifts in his expression, something soft, something he quickly hides behind a sigh.
“At least don’t sleep here. You’ll get in the way.”
“But the couch is so comfy” you whine dramatically, stretching “And I’m already in my nap position.”
Law pinches the bridge of his nose “That’s not a real thing.”
“It is” you insist “Once you get into a nap position, you have to nap”
Shachi, who’s passing by, chimes in with a grin “they got a point, Captain.”
Law shoots him a glare that immediately sends him scurrying away.
You snicker “See? Even your crew agrees with me.”
Law exhales, rubbing his temple “You’re impossible.”
Still, he doesn’t order you to move. Instead, he strides over to the couch, hovering for a moment before sitting down right next to you.
Your heart stutters slightly.
“Uh—” You blink up at him “What are you—”
“If you’re going to take up the whole couch, at least make space.” He nudges you lightly, and you shift instinctively, leaving just enough room for him.
You watch, stunned, as he leans back, arms crossed, and stays.
Trafalgar D. Water Law is sitting next to you. Voluntarily.
And he doesn’t move away.
Your brain short-circuits for a second.
“…So,” you say after a beat, a teasing grin spreading across your lips “Are we… napping together now?”
Law huffs “I’m just resting my eyes.”
You hum knowingly “Mmmhmm.”
A few minutes pass. The sound of the submarine’s gentle hum fills the space, lulling you into relaxation. You peek at Law out of the corner of your eyes, his head tilted slightly to the side, lips parted just a little, breath slow.
He fell asleep.
Your heart swells. He must trust you to do that.
Carefully, so carefully, you shift just a little closer, your shoulder brushing against his arm. He doesn’t move away.
A tiny, secret smile tugs at your lips.
As you get up to leave later on, you catch your reflection in a polished steel surface, something in your chest twists.
You notice how the hoodie clings in places it didn't on him. How it doesn’t hang loose, how it shows more of you than you thought it would.
Your confidence is real, but so is the insecurity that creeps in.
You stare at yourself for a long moment before quietly slipping the hoodie off.
Later, in Law’s Office
Law wakes up and notice you're not there anymore. He doesn't know why he's feeling like this but it seems wrong. so he goes looking for you.
"Bepo, where is y/n?"
"Oh, they had to go back to the Strawhats" Bepo answers noticing his Captain's weird worried look.
Law nods and goes back in his study, and while pouring over medical notes, he notices something on his chair.
His hoodie.
Your hoodie.
Folded neatly. Left behind.
His brow furrows. He knows you by now, knows how confidently you carry yourself, how you never hesitate to claim what you want. You wouldn’t just return it without saying anything.
Something is wrong.
He sighs, closing his notebook. He needs to find you.
When you return to your crew they immediately sense something is off.
You’re quieter than usual. Your usual bright energy feels dimmed, and even though you laugh at Luffy’s antics and Nami’s teasing, your heart isn’t in it.
Sanji offers your favorite snacks.
Usopp tells exaggerated stories to make you laugh.
Robin gives you a knowing look but doesn’t push.
Even Zoro, who isn’t usually the first to notice emotional things, raises an eyebrow when you barely react to an insult battle with him.
“Oi,” he says, watching as you retreat toward your room “You good?”
You pause, forcing a smile “Yeah. Just tired.”
You shut the door before anyone can say more.
The moment you’re alone, you curl up on your bed, staring at the ceiling.
You don’t cry.
You’re strong, after all. You love yourself, and you don’t let dumb thoughts get the best of you.
But tonight, the little voice in the back of your head wins.
It’s late when Law steps onto the Thousand Sunny.
The Strawhats immediately turns to him, Nami folds her arms, and Sanji’s eye twitches.
“What do you want, Trafalgar?” Nami asks suspiciously.
Law exhales “Where’s y/n?”
Everyone stares.
Luffy blinks “You’re lookin’ for y/n?”
“…Yes.”
A beat of silence. Then, to Law’s mild surprise, the tension eases.
Robin gives him an unreadable smile “They’re in their room.”
Sanji exhales a cloud of smoke “I don't know what you did to them but you better not be here to make them feel worse.”
Law scowls “I wouldn’t be here if I was.”
Zoro watches him for a second before jerking his head toward your door “Go.”
Law doesn’t hesitate.
The knock on your door is soft.
You frown “I’m not hungry, Sanji.”
“It’s not Sanji.”
You freeze.
Your heart kicks up “Law?”
“Open the door.”
You hesitate, but something in his tone makes you move. When you unlock it, you barely have time to react before something is draped over your shoulders.
Law’s hoodie.
Your hoodie.
You stare at it, then at him “Law, I—”
“You left it,” he says simply. His golden eyes meet yours, unreadable but intense “Why?”
You shift uncomfortably “It… It wasn’t as oversized as I thought.”
“And?”
You let out a soft, bitter laugh “It just... doesn't fit me, that's all”
Law is silent for a long moment. Then, to your absolute shock, he tugs the hoodie tighter around you.
“You’re wrong.”
Your breath catches “What?”
He looks at you, gaze steady. Warmer than usual “I love how it looks on you.”
Your heart stutters.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair “I wouldn’t have let you keep it if I didn’t.”
You stare at him, something blooming in your chest, something soft, vulnerable, and terrifying all at once.
“…You mean that?”
His lips twitch slightly “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”
You clutch the fabric, warmth flooding you, not just from the hoodie, but from him.
From the way he came to find you.
From the way he wanted you to have this.
Slowly, your confidence returns. You smile, a real one this time “Guess it’s mine for good, then.”
He rolls his eyes, but there’s no irritation in it. Just fondness.
“…Yeah.”
Maybe Trafalgar Law likes you exactly as you are, and that’s enough.
The weight of Law’s hoodie is comforting, the warmth of the fabric wrapping around you like a silent reassurance. But it’s not just the hoodie, it’s him.
The way he looks at you, sharp eyes softened just a little. The way he came for you, no hesitation.
The way he wanted you to keep it.
Something inside you, something small and doubtful, quiets.
You exhale, tugging at the sleeves “You’re full of surprises, Torao.”
His brow twitches “It’s Law.”
But there’s no real bite to it.
You take a slow step forward, peering up at him “You really like how it looks on me?”
Law huffs, crossing his arms “I already said so.”
“But why?”
His jaw clenches, like he’s debating whether or not to say what’s on his mind.
Then, after a long pause, he sighs “Because it’s you.”
Your breath catches “Law—”
He continues, gaze locked on yours “You laugh like you mean it. You don’t hesitate to say what’s on your mind, and you don’t back down from anyone, not even me.”
Your heart pounds.
His fingers twitch, like he wants to reach for you but isn’t sure if he should.
“I’ve seen you be confident,” he murmurs “But I’ve also seen the moments when you doubt yourself. I just…” He exhales sharply, frustrated at himself “I don’t want you to think you have to be anything other than what you are.”
The words hit deep.
Law isn’t the type to give empty reassurances. He’s blunt, logical. He doesn’t sugarcoat anything.
So if he says it, he means it.
Something inside you melts.
Slowly, carefully, you step even closer, testing the waters. Law doesn’t move away. If anything, his eyes darken with something warmer, deeper.
“Law...” Your voice is softer now, teasing but gentle “You’re really bad at this.”
He scowls “At what?”
You smile “At saying you like me.”
Law stiffens.
For a second, you wonder if you pushed too far, but then, he exhales through his nose, and his lips twitch.
“You’re impossible” he mutters.
Then, before you can process it, he reaches out.
One hand curls around your wrist, the other gently tugs at the hem of the hoodie, his hoodie, before resting lightly against your waist. His touch is hesitant but deliberate.
Your breath hitches.
His fingers tighten slightly. Not enough to hold you there, but enough to let you know he wants to.
Your heart races “Law—”
“You’re keeping this” he says, tugging at the hoodie slightly, voice low “And you’re not leaving it behind again.”
You grin “That a captain’s order?”
“…Yeah.”
Something shifts between you, something undeniable, something fragile but real.
So you do the only thing that feels right.
You close the distance.
Your arms loop around his waist, pressing against him fully. He tenses at first, clearly not used to this, but then, slowly, carefully, he relaxes.
And then, after a long moment, his arms come around you, pulling you closer.
Law isn’t warm, he’s burning.
But so are you.
Neither of you move. Neither of you want to.
“…Torao?” Your voice is muffled against his chest.
“Hm?”
“You’re actually good at this.”
His hand tightens slightly on your back, like he’s holding on. Like he doesn’t want to let go.
“…Shut up” he mutters.
But he doesn’t pull away.
And neither do you.