boyfriend!law whose pen scratches the paper while your fingers feebly trace the ink drawn onto his skin, while he bites back a shudder and attempts to hold his furrow brow and downturned mouth.
boyfriend!law who is not a fan of PDA but will express his adoration in the simple, underwhelming, fleeting touches: a hand brushing against your back as he ushers you out his way or a raised brow to question your wellbeing, or maybe even a flick to your thigh while sat beside one another in the kitchen as he tries to keep hold of his stoic facade while you jump at the sudden contact.
boyfriend!law who pushes himself until he collapses on top of his desk, papers dripping over the desk and inky blotches forming on the tips of his scarred fingers – waking groggily as you shake him awake, a disapproving look flashing across your face, illuminated by the dying candle, before you take his hand and lead him carefully to the comfort of plush pillows and patterned sheets.
boyfriend!law who examines you carefully, his fingertips grazing the deep gash running along your leg after a ferocious battle as he rubbed his unoccupied thumb along your ankle in soothing motions,
"it's gonna sting, just hold still f'me..."
and when your breath hitches and you grab ahold of his wrist, law doesn't roll his eyes or click his tongue – he peeks up at you through his white, furred hat and presses a reassuring kiss to your knee in hopes you relax and he can continue.
boyfriend!law who can never hide the flustered smile on his face as you scold him for being "so reckless!", jabbing your finger at his chest while your frustration boils further at his seemingly carelessness for your worry.
"you could've been seriously hurt, law! it's like you don't even care..."
and when he takes hold of your face, thumb brushing along your lower lashes, all he can do is smile,
"i know what i'm doing... just trust me, please."
boyfriend!law who never hears the end of it from his crew, their relentless teasing whenever their beady eyes spot the two of you close to one another knows no bounds. after only two months of being together, you had already reluctantly adopted the name "captain's treasure" – although both you and law still grimanced whenever it was spoken outright while the crew exploded into hysterics at their own teasing
boyfriend!law who denies he likes physical affection but yet can't deny the way he pulls you closer in his sleep, arm draped across your waist and nose buried into the back of your neck – he supposed he could move away when he wakes up the next morning, but why would he when he's already gotten so comfortable beside you?
boyfriend!law who doesn't get jealous easily, but when he notices you laughing along with eustass kid, of all people, law can't help the way his stomach churns as he absentmindly narrows his eyes from afar – it wasn't until bepo asked him if he was alright did he notice he had been glaring at you and kid for five consecutive minutes.
boyfriend!law who can't help but express himself freely around you. there's something about you that makes law's usual stoic demeanour break through the cracks in the wall he had spent years building and forces him to trip and stumble over his words as he recounters old recollections of Sora, warrior of the sea all while you sit beside him on the bed, a gleefull smile gracing your face as you listen eagerly – and that's enough to make law's heartbreat stutter.
boyfriend!law who loves you wholeheartedly, even if he struggles to demonstrate it freely. however, you can see the subtle improvement over time, the small snacks he now slips in your uniform pocket when he knows you missed breakfast, or the blanket you wake up wrapped around after falling asleep on his office couch, or even the way he hesitates longer when you let go of his hand like he's itching to sew your hands together for eternity – living off the warmth and passion you force through his body.
art creds: @/nmiyyt on twt