The snow-dusted pond glistened under a pale winter sun, its icy surface smooth and inviting. You’d convinced Law to try ice skating for the first time, and now he stood beside you, boots swapped out for skates, arms crossed as he tried to maintain his usual calm demeanor.

“Let’s go,” you grinned, giving him a light tug. But the confident steps he was known for didn’t translate well to the ice. He wobbled, arms moving out to keep his balance, the faintest hint of irritation crossing his face when he noticed you holding back laughter.

With a slightly narrowed gaze, he managed to steady himself. “Is there something amusing about this?” he muttered, clearly not about to let the ice get the best of him.