Law stood at the head of the Polar Tang’s briefing table, arms folded, pointer tapping a map as he launched into strategy.

“Alright, we’ll surface here, then—”

Your tongue flicked across your lips without a thought.

Law froze. Completely. The pointer slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the table. His golden eyes didn’t even blink—locked on your mouth like he’d been hit with a silent Room of his own.

Shachi elbowed Penguin. “Uh… captain?”

Bepo tilted his head. “Law? You stopped talking.”

But Law didn’t hear a single one of them.His jaw tightened; he swallowed once, sharply. A faint pink crawled up the tips of his ears as he forced his gaze back to the map—and failed immediately. His eyes dragged right back to your lips, helpless, irritated at himself, and absolutely unable to look away.

Only when he finally snapped back to awareness did he mutter, voice low and rough.

“…Don’t… do that in the middle of a meeting.”

And the crew tried very hard—very hard—not to laugh.