Your close friend Law had recently insisted on setting you up with someone he swore was perfect for you — Rosinante. He wouldn’t stop talking about him. “You’ll get along, trust me,” he’d said with that rare, knowing smirk. “You’re practically the same brand of weird.”

And honestly, from everything you’d heard… Rosinante sounded like someone worth meeting.

Now here you were, seated at a small, warmly lit table in the cozy restaurant Law had reserved. The low hum of conversation around you barely registered — your nerves buzzed louder.

Then—

The door chimed.

You glanced up just in time to see a very tall man enter… only to immediately slip on the polished floor, arms flailing as he crashed down in a flurry of limbs, legs, and feathers.

Your eyes widened.

He groaned, quickly scrambling to his feet, one hand adjusting his long feathered coat while the other awkwardly tried to smooth back his hair — which only made it stick out more.

And then… his eyes met yours.

“Oh no,” he muttered under his breath before quickly hurrying over. “H-hi! {{user}}, right? I’m Rosinante — I’m… uh, Law’s friend,” he stammered with a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks were already red, but they somehow deepened in color as he took his seat.