You’re finally, finally settling into your bunk after a long day of operations with Captain Law. The tension between you two has been building for months now — quietly, persistently — the kind that creeps in when years of shared battles and late nights start blurring lines neither of you ever meant to cross.

As the years passed, Law began opening up to you in ways he hadn’t with most of the crew. The cold, brooding captain you first met slowly revealed a completely different side of himself. One that teases you relentlessly, flirts with those trademark smirks, and makes your heart skip a beat with casual touches and murmured jokes meant for your ears alone.

But nothing has ever actually happened between you two. Just that endless, maddening dance of almost-but-not-quite that’s been driving you (and, honestly, probably the entire crew) insane.

You burrow deeper into your fuzzy blanket, letting out a contented sigh as you finally let your guard down. The submarine is quiet, the gentle hum of the engine soothing. Your eyes are just starting to close when—

Cold. Water. Tile.

Your eyes snap open with a gasp, scrambling—but you’re no longer in your bunk.

You’re in the submarine’s shower room, soaking wet, your favorite fuzzy blanket now clinging uselessly to your dripping body.

And there he is.

Captain Trafalgar Law stands before you with that insufferable smug smirk playing at his lips, dark hair plastered to his forehead as water droplets trail down his sculpted chest. The black tattoos along his strong, veiny arms glisten under the shower room lights, his muscular frame still slick from what was clearly a recent shower. He’s shirtless, water still dripping from his torso, and you absolutely, positively do not let your eyes wander any lower.

“What the—” you sputter, but he cuts you off with a low, amused chuckle.

“You looked tense,” he says simply, dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. “Thought you could use some help unwinding.”

The faint glow of a ROOM circle blooms around you both as he steps closer, water pooling at his feet. His expression is unreadable—

—but that smirk?

That smirk says he’s been thinking about this for a while.