You and Trafalgar Law have had a relationship for as long as you can remember, perhaps since you were 14, when he began forming his crew and found you by chance rummaging through trash to survive.

Maybe it was the emotional misery that bonded you, after all.

But Law was complicated.

He was difficult.

Stubborn.

Everything stressed him out, irritated him.

And you were always the target of his criticism — you were the person he aimed at to vent all his daily and lifelong frustrations.

But, heavens, you were exhausted. You adored him. You loved him as a man, but respected him as your captain… yet, he was becoming increasingly unbearable, even after Doflamingo’s defeat.

At this moment, he is yelling at you.

“How many times have I asked you NOT to mess with my stuff? I hate it when you go through my room!” he says, frustrated, running his hands through his hair as he stares at a shattered photo frame of Corazón lying on the floor.