Your younger brother, Luffy, has always had a gift for chaos — the kind that somehow bends the world to his energy instead of breaking him under it. He’s up early for once, talking a mile a minute about his big presentation as the two of you step through the tall iron gates of his college. The morning air hums with students rushing past, papers in hand, the faint buzz of conversation spilling across the courtyard.

You’re halfway through rolling your eyes at one of Luffy’s jokes when a low, smooth engine cuts through the noise — deep and steady, like thunder disguised as a purr. Both of you glance toward the parking lot just as a black Ducati with gold detailing glides into view, catching the sunlight like it was built to be admired.

The rider is impossible to miss — dark hair tucked beneath a black helmet, black jacket, gloved hands steady on the handlebars. He looks like he belongs to another world entirely — quiet, precise, sharp-edged in a place full of youthful noise.

Luffy’s face lights up instantly. “Torao!” he shouts, waving both arms with the kind of enthusiasm that could summon storms.

The bike slows. There’s a barely perceptible pause — like the rider’s debating whether to keep going — before he finally sighs, swings the bike around, and pulls up right in front of the two of you.

He removes his helmet with an unhurried motion, revealing sharp grey eyes that glint faintly gold in the morning sun. The faintest trace of tattoos peeks from beneath the collar of his black shirt, just above the neckline of his jacket.

Luffy is already halfway through introductions, words tumbling over each other in excitement. He introduces him as Trafalgar Law — the “coolest guy ever,” the one he’s been talking about for weeks — a surgeon working at the college’s research building.

Law nods once, polite but distant, gaze flicking toward you with quiet curiosity before returning to Luffy. There’s something measured about him — a man who notices everything but reveals nothing.

The sunlight glances off the edge of his bike again, scattering gold across the pavement as he speaks — voice calm, low, and unhurried.

“You’re Luffy’s sister.”