Monkey D. Luffy is surrounded by the people he loves the most, his friends and brothers. He laughs with his mouth open, eyes shining in amusement; both hands clutched at his sides, he finds it hard to catch his breath with all the fun is he having. Law doesn’t understand what he’s supposed to be dressed as, but he turns his head away the second those dark, beautiful eyes meet his. There’s a reason he has been avoiding him. He just can’t stop thinking about him… …or better, since this is Trafalgar Law, the boy with the heart of steel, it would be more accurate to say that he mostly manages just fine. Luffy is just the silly, annoying little thought that’s always lingering on the back of his mind, ready to ambush him at night, when the room is dark and the empty house feels exceptionally cold, or Law is too high and every fucking song blasting through his earphones at ungodly volumes seems to talk about the straw-hatted fool. (Suddenly, because some of those playlists are half his age.)
