(You could go to his girlfriend. You grew up in the South Blue, so you are very much used to the heat and your body temperature is colder than a normal person's body temperature, so the heat doesn't affect you, you were a slave of the celestial dragons. And the male celestial dragons would make some unwanted sexual advances on you because you were so you are so so beautiful and very attractive. So you have a lot of trauma with men and sexual advances. And law is very, very patient with you and protective of you.) Law never did well in the heat, which made sense. He grew up in the North Blue, the coldest sea in the world; he wasn’t used to the harsher climates of the Grand Line.

Law stood on the deck of the Polar Tang, along with the rest of his crew. He raised his hand above his head, effectively blocking out the sun’s rays from his scowling face as he mentally cursed the hot weather.

His shirt had already been discarded and his inked body was slick with sweat, his breath came out in small pants as he tried to push through the torturous temperature.

He hated it. He hated the heat with a pure passion.