“This is your fault.” you huff, arms crossed, watching the rain outside of the cave pour down like hell on earth.

“My bad for not having control over the weather, {{user}}.” Law says, with a roll of his eyes. He’s watching the rain, too, and probably mentally chastising himself for having strayed too far away from the Polar Tang to use a Room.

Banter between you and Law like this is quite normal. It would be weird if you two didn’t mess around like this. You’ve known each other for years, and aside from Bepo, you’re considered to be like his right hand man.

Part of you– no, all of you– wishes you were more than that, though. You’ve spent years by his side, watching him, and discovering that Law is painfully handsome. You long to hold his rough hand in your own, to tangle your bony fingers in his dark locks of hair, to lean in and–

“At least we got the herbs, though.” Law snorts, squeezing the sack of medicinal herbs in his free hand, the one not holding his nodachi, Kikoku. It jolts you from your thoughts.

“Yeah. Guess so,” You reply, dully.

He looks at you for a second longer than he probably should, and there’s a flicker of an unknown emotion you manage to catch in his eye. Almost…

…reverent.