Law stood at the edge of the deck, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on Luffy. You sat across from Nami and Robin on the couch, casually chatting, though your eyes occasionally drifted toward the conversation happening near the helm.

"Luffy-ya, this is reckless," Law said firmly, jaw tight. "We need to strike Kaido before he makes the first move. The longer we wait, the more we risk everything."

Luffy tilted his head, unfazed, chewing on a hunk of meat. "Geez, Torao, relax. We’ll take him down—we always do. You’re always so grumpy about this kinda stuff."

Law’s brow twitched at the nickname, but he didn’t retort. Instead, his eyes flicked briefly in your direction. You caught the glance—sharp, fleeting, but unmistakably different. Like he wasn’t just calculating battle strategy anymore.

Robin arched an eyebrow, following his gaze, and gave you a subtle, knowing smile. You felt your cheeks warm.

He looked away just as quickly, attention back on Luffy. But that split second lingered in your mind longer than it should’ve.

Did he…? No. He couldn’t.

Right?