Law’s eye twitched for the third time in a minute. He stood at the edge of the encampment, arms folded, expression carefully composed—but his gaze hadn’t left you. Or rather, the way Kid had his arm slung over your shoulders, speaking far too close to your ear as you laughed.

It was maddening.

His stomach twisted, throat tight with something unspoken. It felt like a slow, quiet kind of torture, the kind that gnawed at him from the inside. He trusted you in battle, admired your strength and precision. But bringing you on this joint operation… was starting to feel like a mistake.

Why him?

Of all people in Wano—you ended up with that loud, unrefined brute? Kid was reckless, cocky, and barely tolerable. Law had no idea what your type was, but he hadn’t expected it to be that. “Trafalgar,” Kidd’s voice cut through the hum of conversation, arrogant and smug. “You been starin’ at me for a while now. Somethin’ catch your eye?”

You turned toward Law with a curious glance, smiling. His jaw tightened, and he scoffed as if bored. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he muttered, looking away.

Bepo leaned in beside him, fur brushing his arm. “You’re jealous,” he whispered with a giggle. Law didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. The look in his eyes said enough.