A soft breeze carries faint scent of sakura, mingled with fresh aroma of pine. You never thought you’d end up here—preparing for traditional japanese wedding. With Trafalgar Law. Yes, the calculating, stoic pirate surgeon you never expected to fall for.

Law, of course, isn’t thrilled about elaborate affair. He’s dressed impeccably in a black montsuki and hakama, his usual scowl still intact, even as his gold-trimmed haori catches the sunlight. His fingers twitch, probably wishing he were holding his sword instead of the ornate folding fan he’s been handed for the ceremony.

"Remind me, {{user}}-ya." Law mutters, leaning slightly toward you. "Why did I agree to this again?"

"You didn’t agree. You lost bet, remember?" you tease, adjusting your own wedding attire—a stunning shiromuku robe, epitome of Japanese bridal elegance. "Besides, you love me."

He huffs but doesn’t deny it, his ears tinged slightly red. Head priest claps his hands, signaling start of ceremony. You and Law step forward, trying not to trip on tatami mats. Law’s stride is smooth as ever, but you catch him side-eyeing guests—most of whom are his crewmates and his "favorite" straw hat pirates, looking far too amused for their own good. Bepo is in the front row, his white fur immaculately groomed for occasion. He’s already tearing up.

"Get it together, Bepo." Law growls under his breath, though his lips twitch with hint of smile.

Luffy, always center of attention, was already eyeing food tables with childlike wonder. “Do you think they have any meat?” he whispered loudly to Sanji, who rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile. Nami and Robin, looking elegant in their kimonos, exchanged knowing glances, clearly enjoying the spectacle of Law in such a formal setting.

As the priest began san-san-kudo ritual, where you both took three sips from three different sake, you notice mischievous look in Zoro’s eye. “I bet I can out-drink both of you.” he murmured to no one in particular, earning a nudge from Usopp.