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In Heart's Embrace	By : Minnia Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Luffy awoke the next day in the early afternoon, surprisingly refreshed. With a blush, he realized he still had the hat from the grumpy surgeon in his hand. Embarrassment swept over him at the thought of a grown man sleeping with a stranger's hat, but he quickly dismissed any correlation between the hat and his peaceful night's sleep.
Realizing he needed to return the hat to the man he now knew as Dr. Trafalgar, Luffy decided to stop by Dressrosa Hospital later in the day. A small smile formed on his face at the prospect of seeing the handsome doctor again, perhaps even in his white coat.
Determined to return the hat, Luffy took a quick shower and dressed in a casual red shirt and cut-off shorts. The scorching day made him wish for air conditioning, a luxury the loft lacked. Slipping the hat into a small backpack, and slipping on his own straw hat, Luffy set off.
The hospital, on the other side of town, was not too far from the park where he first encountered Torao. Perhaps that was why the doctor was there in the first place. As he entered the hospital, he realized he didn't have a plan for locating the surgeon and aimlessly wandered around before approaching a nurse's station.
“Can I help you?” asked a kind middle-aged nurse.
“Umm… I’m looking for Dr. Tor-Trafalgar?” Luffy stammered, attempting to remember how to pronounce the doctor's name. Another doctor, a redheaded man, overheard Luffy's inquiry and approached with a small smile.
“Hey, you're looking for Law? He’s in surgery now, but if you need something, I can pass him a message,” the man said with a smile. Luffy nodded, appreciating the doctor's friendly demeanor.
Though disappointed that he couldn't see Torao in person, Luffy decided to leave a note along with the hat. He asked the nurse for paper and pen, quickly scribbling a brief message with his phone number before handing it to the doctor. He added in a winky face for good measure. He had a feeling it would irritate the surgeon.
“I’ll pass it along,” the red-haired doctor promised with a grin. Luffy waved goodbye, expressing his gratitude to the nurse and the doctor before leaving the hospital, hopeful that Dr. Torao – or Law as he recently found out–would contact him soon.
—
Hours later, Law finally finished surgery, sighing as he washed his hands and removed his surgical attire. Bepo appeared at his side, offering a bottle of water, which Law quickly drank in its entirety. The surgery had been a challenging one, with the patient suffering extensive injuries from a car accident.
Exiting the OR wing, Law made his way to his private office as the Chief of Surgery which was on the same floor. The leather couch in his office often served as his makeshift bed for the few minutes of sleep he could snatch between surgeries. Shachi and Penguin were waiting outside his office, their expressions hinting at some mischief.
“Heyyyy Law, you got something to tell us?” Penguin grinned.
“Nope. Now let me in my office,” Law gruffly replied, not in the mood for their usual games.
“Did you forget to tell your best friends that you got a little boy toy?” Shachi snickered.
Law raised an eyebrow. “What boy toy?” he responded.
Shachi handed him a folded piece of paper. Law, confused, opened it with a sigh.
"Dr. Torao, you left something when we met that you might want and I wanted to give it back. Call me! xxx-xxx-xxxx ;)"
Law's jaw dropped. The suggestive note lacked a name but he knew exactly who it was by the stupid nickname. He glared at Shachi and Penguin, who were now laughing uncontrollably. Thank god he didn’t put his name. Knowing Shachi, he would be chanting it while dancing around Law like sharks.
“Nothing happened. I left something somewhere. Mind your own business,” Law growled, pushing the two out of the way and slamming the door to his office harder than necessary. Their cackles echoed through the door.
His hat. The kid from the café must have picked it up. Thankful he let it slip where he worked, a momentary feeling of relief washed over him. For once, something wasn’t going to disappear forever.
Law flipped open his phone and dialed the number on the note. After a few rings, it went to voicemail: “Hey, it’s Luffy. I’m busy, can’t talk! Leave a message, bye!”
Law sighed at the childish and demanding voicemail before leaving his own response.
“Hey, it’s Dr. Trafalgar. I got your note. Call me back.” He tapped the end key, realizing it was almost 2 am; the kid was probably asleep. At least now he knew where his hat was. He saved the number as 'Strawhat' without a second thought, ripping the note to shreds to avoid any further misunderstandings.
—
Luffy's shift wrapped up a little after midnight. Although the bar closed earlier than its usual 2 am time since it was a Sunday, the regulars still flocked to their favorite spot.
“Goodbye, Luffy! Sleep like the beautiful little cherub you are!” Bon Clay's voice cooed behind Luffy as he left the bar.
Bon Clay, like Ivankov, was an eccentric man with a big heart. He always showered Luffy with affection and compliments. Initially wary of his straightforward and odd behavior, Luffy found himself adjusting quickly to Bon Clay's silly antics and the two became pretty good friends. Bon didn’t ask unnecessary questions and Luffy appreciated that. The idea that he had someone he could confide in if he desired provided him with enough comfort.
“Night, Bon! Hey, If I’m a cherub, what does that make you?” Luffy chuckled back at the older man.
“That would make me a glorious and fabulous angel, of course! One who takes the best care of his little cherub! Ooh you gave me an idea for my next outfit!” Bon sang.
Luffy smiled to himself at the thought of Bon Clay prancing around in angel wings and a halo and made his way back to the loft. The shift wasn't as bad as yesterday, and Luffy had enough energy to shower and change before sliding into his bed.
He switched on the small, old TV that Ivankov must have found in the junk while cleaning out the loft. Luffy didn't pay for any cable or internet, so the old TV and its basic programs were the only source of entertainment he had besides his phone.
He flipped through the few channels he had before settling on Tom and Jerry. He had a soft spot for this cartoon; it always reminded him of his brothers. They would run around and chase each other similarly to the cat and mouse, and he always found the exaggerated expressions to be silly and ridiculous.
As he settled in and let the cartoon play in the background, he went to flip off the light. Again, his eyes landed on the fluffy hat. He knew it was stupid and childish, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind, picked up the hat, and brought it to his face. Inhaling the vanilla scent, he let his eyes close as he drifted asleep to the sound of chaos in the background.
Nearing sleep, he felt a vibration from his phone. Too tired to move, he figured it might be Usopp or Brook sending a late-night meme. Those two loved to send silly messages and jokes at all hours of the day. Luffy let the vibration continue and drifted into another dreamless sleep.
—
Law finished his report on the day's procedures. He removed his reading glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. The clock on the wall read 4am. He supposed he should try to rest his eyes for at least a moment, knowing it was unlikely sleep would come to him before his pager went off again
He flipped the light off in his office and laid on the leather couch. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind of the chaos.
What couldn’t be more than an hour passed before his pager beeped, just as he predicted. He hadn’t truly fallen asleep yet and opened his eyes with a sigh. There was never any rest for the weary.
Law checked his phone which read 6am. This marked the start of a new day for a lot of people and supposed any number of incidents could have happened in the early hours of the morning.
He flipped on the light and grumbled as the brightness met his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the harsh fluorescents. He exited his office, coming face to face with Bepo. The blonde looked grim and Law could only imagine what that could mean.
“Multiple victims of a stabbing. There was a young girl involved. Can you take care of it?” Bepo sighed. Bepo wore his heart on his face and Law knew that the recent tragedies were affecting him even though he had been a doctor for many years.
Yet another incident involving the gang. He hoped he didn’t have to involve himself in this one. The irritation of more work on his plate coupled with the fact that a young girl was caught in the crossfire, stirred a mix of frustration and sorrow within Law.
He could see the toll the violence was taking on Bepo, who, despite his years of experience as a doctor, had a hard time detaching himself from the emotional impact of these violent occurrences. He had empathy and was kind, two things Law lacked.
As Law nodded in acknowledgment of the task at hand he briefly placed a reassuring hand on Bepo's shoulder, silently acknowledging the shared burden they carried.
“You should go home after this surgery and get some rest.” Bepo murmured as Law passed him.
“I slept.” Law simply replied. He knew Bepo wouldn’t believe him, he simply knew Law’s habits too well. It wasn’t technically a lie. After all, he did close his eyes for almost two hours.
The suggestion to go home and rest wasn't lost on Law. Bepo's concern for his well-being was appreciated, even if Law knew that the cycle of relentless responsibilities rarely allowed for a peaceful night's sleep. Nonetheless, he offered a faint, appreciative smile and continued down the hallway, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming surgery.
Law gulped down a quick coffee before heading to the bloodbath that was likely awaiting him in the OR.
Six hours later, the surgery concluded, leaving Law drained. The intricate procedure involved repairing multiple life-threatening lacerations coupled with a collapsed lung and splenectomy. The victim was a 14-year-old girl, and Law grappled with the harsh reality of the violence perpetrated by the Joker Gang. He could only imagine how the girl became caught in the crossfire. He once was a 14-year-old who was involved with the Joker Gang.
Once free from the operating room, Law checked his phone, which had been in airplane mode during the surgery. To his surprise, it vibrated in his hand, displaying the name "Strawhat."
Sighing, he answered with a curt, "Trafalgar speaking."
“Hey Dr. Torao, I mean, well the doctor told me your name is Law. I got your voicemail, sorry I was asleep,” echoed Luffy’s voice on the other end. Law sighed, realizing that Shachi had likely called him by his name, assuming Luffy was a friend or something.
“It’s fine,” Law replied.
“Okay! Uh, so I found a hat at the cafe. It’s really cute and soft, and it was at the table, so I kind of assumed it’s yours. Is that right? I tried to bring it to the hospital to give it back, but um, you were in surgery, and I wanted to return it in person,” Luffy rambled nervously.
“Yeah, it’s mine. I’d like it back, please,” Law replied.
“Okay, well, when is your next day off? You’re probably super busy, so I can try to meet up with you,” Luffy suggested.
“I’m off tomorrow night. Where should I meet you?” Law inquired, hoping for a convenient location since he didn’t want to venture far on his night off. They had initially met near the hospital and his home, so perhaps Luffy lived nearby.
“Dang, I have to work tomorrow night. Ummm, if tomorrow is the only night you're free, do you want to come meet me at work?” Luffy proposed.
Law sighed. “Where do you work?”
“At a bar called New Kama. It’s on the north side,” Luffy replied, conveniently on the complete opposite side of town. Regardless, Law wanted his hat back, so he agreed, “I’ll be there at 10.”
“Okay, uhh, see you soon… Law ,” Luffy drawled the "-aw" from his lips, unfamiliar with the sensation of speaking it.
“See you tomorrow,” Law promised and clicked the end call button. Returning to his office, he took a seat at the desk, preparing for yet another round of paperwork.
Law wasn't thrilled about the prospect of going to a bar on a Tuesday night alone, but the thought of inviting Shachi or Penguin to accompany him was even less appealing and Bepo was on duty. The idea of those two meeting Luffy would only serve to irritate Law. He could already predict their unnecessary comments and insinuations, despite nothing happening between him and Luffy. The less speculation, the better.
—
Luffy let out a sigh as the call ended. He couldn't pinpoint why he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, but the anticipation of seeing the handsome surgeon again tomorrow lingered in his thoughts. Rolling over in bed, he realized it was already noon; his skewed sleep schedule, a result of late nights at the bar, often led to afternoon wake-ups.
Staring at the hat resting on the pillow beside him, Luffy contemplated returning it. "Guess it's time to give it back, huh?" he mused. Despite not wanting to credit the hat for the recent nights of blissful, dreamless sleep, Luffy couldn't deny its presence.
Another day slipped by, with Luffy mostly unaware, until he remembered he would be seeing Law again today. Placing the hat on the kitchen counter, he decided against taking it to the bar, not wanting to risk it getting drenched in some unexpected chaos, courtesy of Ivankov.
Heading to the bar, Luffy informed Bon Clay about his expected visitor, describing Law as "tall, dark, and cranky." Bon couldn't help but swoon at the description, letting out an exaggerated "oooh lala."
—
Law arrived at the bar Luffy had mentioned with a heavy sigh. After three days without real sleep, he had walked across town, sustained only by the coffe and onigiri Bepo had thoughtfully stashed in his locker. He made a note to thank him later.
As he pushed open the bar door, Law was met with a surprise—the place was packed for a Tuesday night. His eyes darted around the eccentric crowd, taking in the gaudy decorations and the rainbow and sparkle theme. The realization that Luffy worked at an openly gay bar caught him off guard; he hadn't considered Luffy's sexuality when they first met.
Law was indifferent to sexuality, he had experienced romantic entanglements with mostly women but he had been with a man on one or two occasions. Besides, it wasn’t his business what other people did with their bodies unless they were sick, wounded, or dying. He took a few steps into the bar, and before he could assess the situation, a tall red-headed man approached him, pressing his hand to Law's chest.
"Hey there, cutie. Care to join me?" the man drawled. Law, uninterested in unsolicited advances, removed the man's hand and declined politely. Getting hit on in public was sadly not a new occurrence for him. The man protested behind him but Law ignored him.
Glancing around, he wiped his hand on his shirt which touched the other and headed toward the bar, scanning for Luffy's messy dark hair. However, his progress was interrupted by a new figure who blocked his path, this one with a black bowl cut, colorful makeup, and a white dress adorned with angel wings.
Groaning internally, Law was about to decline whatever he had to offer when the man spoke up in a sing-song voice.
"Well, well, you must be Mr. Tall, dark, and cranky! Luffy forgot to mention that you were so handsome! Let me take you to my dearest!" Before Law could react, the man seized his wrist and ushered him to a small table in the corner.
"Now, let me get you a drink! Let me guess, something strong?" the man winked, and Law, feeling overwhelmed, conceded with a muttered request for whiskey on the rocks. The man twirled off to the bar.
This place was too much for his introverted personality and he suspected maybe he should actually take up the offer of a drink to get through it. The bowl cut man could probably tell as much from his expression.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Law contemplated the crowded bar. He really needed a drink. He ordered a whiskey on the rocks. Moments later, instead of the eccentric angelic dancer, Luffy appeared with a much needed drink in hand.
“Hi Dr. Torao-uh-Law.” The young man muttered nervously, placing Law’s drink in front of him without meeting his gaze “Whiskey on the rocks?”
“Thanks.” Law curtly replied. He was surprised when Luffy sat across the table from him, threading his fingers together nervously. “Um I have your hat upstairs. That’s where I live. I didn’t want to bring it to the bar since it gets kind of crazy here.” Luffy replied.
Luffy was wearing a white button up with black slacks. He was missing his straw hat and sandals from the first time Law met him. He looked much more grown-up in this attire. He probably wouldn’t have mistaken this version of Luffy as a youth.
“Uh yeah. Let me just finish my drink.” Law was more than happy to escape the overwhelming bar. He took the glass to his lips and finished it in one long gulp.
He looked up to see Luffy observing him with a raised brow and amused smile “Wow you can drink fast, huh?”
“Let’s get out of here.” Law simply stated, ignoring Luffy’s obvious question. Luffy looked around nervously before nodding and leading Law through a series of back doors of the bar.
Law wasn’t really sure where ‘upstairs’ was but he followed the dark haired man nonetheless, wanting nothing more than to finally return to his home after days of being away.
His eyes trailed down as he followed Luffy. The man was noticeably shorter than him, but then again, most people were. Law stood at 6”3, allowing him to tower over most women and men he encountered. Luffy's tight black work pants accentuated his ass nicely, and Law couldn't help but notice the appealing shape it gave to the younger man's figure.
Maybe it was time to get himself off.
Luffy led him up an iron fire escape before placing a key in a locked door. With a click, the man opened the door and shyly gestured Law inside.
“This is my place. Sorry it’s kind of messy.” Luffy said nervously.
Law entered the door and looked around him. The space was pretty small, only really one room with an adjacent door that he expected was a bathroom. There was a simple outdated kitchen and a low bed with a tv adjacent to it.
The mess he was warned about was as bad as he expected. There were scattered clothes, piled dishes, and food wrappers lying around. It certainly did not meet Law’s standards to say the least, but he had seen worse. He might be a neat freak but he didn’t expect everyone else to live up to his standards as long as it wasn't at his house. After all, Law had slept in worse places than Luffy’s outdated loft in his youth. He probably would have been more disgusted if he intended to stay for longer than a moment.
Luffy stepped into the kitchen before returning in front of Law with his hat in hand.
“I thought this might be important to you, it looked well loved… I have a hat I really like too so…” Luffy’s words drifted off as he placed the hat in Law’s palm.
Law breathed a sigh, happy to be reunited with Lami’s last memento to him.
“Thanks. It is.” He simply replied. It wasn’t in his nature to overshare.
“So uh…” Luffy looked up at him through his lashes. Law noticed a slight redness on his cheeks but when he looked into the man’s eyes he found that same emptiness he encountered before.
“Since I returned your hat I was thinking… Maybe you could do something for me in return?” Law sighed. His hands reached into his pocket for his wallet. Did the kid really need money so bad he would bribe the doctor with his hat? Times were tough but he literally had a job, Law just witnessed it.
“I - I was wondering if maybe you would take me on a date. I mean just for dinner. Just as thanks for your hat.” Law gawked at Luffy. A date? He felt the man’s gaze on him and looked at his flushed cheeks.
Law had guessed maybe Luffy perhaps found him attractive, but he didn’t expect the younger man would ask him for a date in return for his hat.
“A date. Okay.” The words left Law’s lips before he could respond.
It was at that moment that Luffy smiled at him, genuinely and openly. It was only for a second, but in that brief moment, Law saw a light hit the young man’s eyes that he hadn’t seen before. Luffy’s true smile felt like a ray of warm sunshine piercing through the darkness that was Law’s life.
He was somewhat surprised that agreeing to something as seemingly trivial as a date with the younger man would elicit such a radiant but fleeting smile. It was as if a hidden warmth within Luffy had briefly surfaced.
Perhaps the man was more like a star than the sun. Sparkling brightly for a moment before fading into the vast expanse of space. Law shook his cosmic thoughts away before responding, realizing he had been simply gazing down at the man in contemplation.
“How about next Saturday? I’m off work. I’ll find someplace to go. We have each other’s phone numbers so I’ll text you the plans.” The dark haired man nodded, agreeing with Law’s proposal.
It was at that moment that Law felt the whiskey he had downed hit his brain. He blinked slowly and looked down at his hands. His hat was in them and Luffy’s hands were still outstretched. He studied the face of the man before him and without thinking, allowed his hands to reach toward the other’s face tracing the rough scar under Luffy’s eye with a feather light touch. He wanted to find the person who left such a terrible mark on such a pretty face and teach them proper stitching technique.
The realization hit him: He thought Luffy was pretty. That was why he was frustrated with the shoddy scar that marred the tan canvas of his cheek. The word lingered in his mind, an odd descriptor for someone he barely knew and something, attractiveness wasn’t something he often concentrated on. His gaze ventured lower, captivated by the softness of Luffy's lips and the slight frame that stood before him.
The sudden intrusion of his own thoughts startled Law into a state of lucidity. I need to leave , he thought urgently, understanding that his actions had taken an inappropriate turn. His hand, still against Luffy's cheek, was a testament to a lapse in judgment that he could hardly fathom. He needed to regain control.
Breaking the peculiar spell, Law abruptly withdrew his hand, stammering out a quick apology. "Sorry. Thanks for the hat. I'll text you the plans. Bye." He turned swiftly, desperate to escape the weight of the situation, and made for the door, leaving a bewildered Luffy behind.
As he descended the fire escape, Law heard an unexpected chuckle from his side. Glancing over, he locked eyes with a flamboyantly dressed man with purple hair. The encounter was too bizarre to process at that moment; his priority was getting home, back to the sanctuary of normalcy.
The journey back through the dimly lit streets of Dressrosa echoed with his own disconcerting thoughts. The hat was reclaimed, but now he found himself burdened with an unforeseen challenge—a date with Luffy. The concept echoed in his mind like an unfamiliar melody, and he struggled to accept the reality of it. Pushing these thoughts aside, he convinced himself that exhaustion was the root cause, attributing the odd encounter to the desperate need for rest as he trudged through the darkness of the night.
—
Luffy's mind raced as he tried to make sense of his impulsive decision. The request for a date had indeed slipped out without much thought, and now he found himself standing in his kitchen, questioning his actions. He scolded himself for potentially complicating his life further. Giving Law his hat back should have been the end of it.
Yet, as he replayed the encounter in his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling of a connection. The idea of never seeing Law again, despite the man's cranky demeanor, saddened him.
Why did he touch his scar? Did Law's surpsingly soft touch of his scar imply that he found it unattractive? It was a fleeting thought, but it gnawed at him nonetheless. The scar, a constant companion on his face, had never been a source of self-consciousness for Luffy. It was a battle scar, a mark of resilience. Yet, Law's touch and subsequent departure left Luffy questioning if there was more to it. Did Law see something in that scar that made him hesitate, or was it just a random gesture without much meaning?
Luffy's connection to the straw hat ran deep, intertwined with memories of his childhood and the aspirations that had fueled his journey. The hat, gifted to him by Shanks, was a symbol of the greatness he hoped to achieve and the desire to be recognized as someone capable, despite his young age.
Back in his hometown, there was a group of men who worked for the Red Force. They served as a traveling disaster relief group who assisted with humanitarian matters after tragic events. Their headquarters was located in Goa and they often stopped by Windmill Village to provide donations to Dadan’s Orphanage and hang out at the local bars.
The Red Force’s boss was a man by the name of Shanks. Luffy admired Shanks and his crew, excitement growing within him every time they visited. Their stories of far off lands and tales of surreal sounding people inspired Luffy.
Shanks was a kind but powerful man who always helped anyone in need without question. As a child, Luffy’s goal was to be just like the red-haired. He wanted to travel the world and help people.
Of course, Luffy was a stubborn kid. He had no real knowledge of the world and its ways. So he decided he wanted to join the Red Force then and there at the ripe age of 8. Shanks and his crew teased him telling him that he would have to wait until he was older.
Out of frustration for Shanks not taking him seriously, Luffy grabbed a knife and dug it into his cheek. He wanted to prove he was strong even if he was a kid. Shanks gazed at the sight before him in horror and quickly attempted to stop the boys bleeding.
After lecturing Luffy for his foolishness and telling him that only a fool would believe that strength would come from hurting a person whether it was oneself or another, Shanks sloppily stitched up Luffy’s face. Shanks was no doctor but his time in the Red Force provided him with enough knowledge to stitch up a stupid acting kid.
Despite the event, Luffy still didn’t give up on joining Shanks and his crew on their next mission. No matter how many times Shanks refused, Luffy persisted.
On the day of the Red Force’s departure for their mission in a distant land, Luffy couldn’t help but be upset. He wanted to be good enough. He wanted to be taken seriously. He didn’t care that he was a kid.
Shanks understood the young one’s frustration and leaned down in front of him. He removed the straw hat from his own head and with a kind smile, placed it upon the young boys.
“This hat means a lot to me. Promise that you will give it back to me one day… when you’ve become a great man.”
It was at that moment that the straw hat became more than just an accessory; it became a promise, a commitment to return it to Shanks once he had become a great man. However, as Luffy journeyed through the world, facing challenges and helping others, he began to question whether he had truly lived up to that promise.
But now Luffy didn’t know if that would ever happen. He certainly wasn’t a great man and he had no accomplishments to speak of. Yes, Luffy had helped people all throughout his travels but there was no solid proof of this. If he happened to meet Shanks, he would only feel shame. The straw hat burned that reminder into his skin every time he wore it. He wondered where in the world Shanks was these days.
Thoughts of Shanks made him realize he had a lot of promises left unfulfilled.
Breathing a sigh, Luffy returned to reality with his palm pressed to his cheek, the ghost of Law’s tattooed fingers lingering there. Law’s opinion of him was a perplexing thought that lingered in his mind, adding another layer of complexity to the whirlwind of emotions surrounding the upcoming date that could wait until later. Luffy hauled himself back to Ivankov’s to finish his shift. He needed to distract himself from his stupid thoughts.
—
Law woke up. This was not a normal occurrence for him as it was for most humans. He blinked his eyes open and realized he was in his bed. A soft fur blanket was draped over his body.
When had he fallen asleep? He checked his phone which read 4:45am. He must have passed out for a few hours after the walk from Luffy’s place.
He recounted the previous evening and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. At that moment he realized something: he was hard.
He cursed. What was he, a teenager? Who wakes up with morning wood at 4:45am? He recalled his thoughts earlier that evening and his suspicion that he was sexually frustrated. After all, his thoughts towards the younger man were uncharacteristically horny.
Heaving a sigh, he pulled his body off the bed and plodded towards the bathroom. Stripping off his shorts, Law entered the shower and let the pressure of the warm water wash over him.
He rested his forehead on the cold tile and allowed his hand to meet his lower region. He stifled a groan as he grasped his length and gave it a few slow pumps.
His dick responded with a twitch and he could feel the precum building at the tip. He allowed his other hand to reach towards his balls and gently massaged them.
Law had a rather large cock. Or so he had been told. And although he didn’t usually pay much attention to the pleasure of his various short-lived partners, they always seemed to leave satisfied. After all, those nights were just a cold and calculated release for him. He just did what he wanted, how he wanted.
Law tried his best not to think of anything when he was getting off on his own. He needed to quiet his racing thoughts and jerking off provided that rare reprieve. He let his mind go blank and continued his tight but slow strokes down his length.
Without his consent and immediately going against his policy, his mind ventured to Luffy. He remembered his butt in those black pants and he led Law up the fire escape, his wide eyes when Law stroked his cheek, the way his supple lips parted in the dark loft. He wondered what that body would look like naked, writhing under him and panting his name.
Law strengthened his grip and increased the speed of his strokes. It only took a few more moments before he reached his climax, coming with a stifled groan. He watched as the white liquid flowed down the drain and pressed his hands to his heated face.
I’m a fucking idiot. He thought. Did he just get himself off to the thought of Luffy? Some guy he barely knew? What was wrong with him? Law brushed his hair back with his hands and breathed a sigh. Post nut clarity was real.
He exited the shower and wrapped himself in a fluffy white towel. Law sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. The physical release he sought in the shower had done little to dispel the lingering thoughts of Luffy. If anything, it intensified the turmoil within him. He knew sleep would evade him for the rest of the evening and dragged himself to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
Law still had a few hours before his shift and he figured that he might as well do something useful. He pulled out the medical text he had begun the previous week in the park and grabbed a notepad.
He let the words flow into the recesses of his mind and imagined putting the new techniques into play in his operating room.
Little did he know that this encounter with Luffy had set in motion a series of events that would challenge his resolve and break down the walls he thought were impenetrable.
—
Three days passed since Luffy last saw Law. He hadn’t slept well. His dreams were plagued with memories of his brothers. His heart ached and his mind was heavy.
He refused to let himself believe it had anything to do with returning Law’s stupid hat.
Luffy had grown used to the interrupted sleep schedule over the months since Ace’s death. Luffy’s problem was that he couldn’t get to sleep, it was that he couldn’t stay asleep. The memories would flood his brain and he would wake with his heart throbbing and his body dripping in sweat.
The few days of restful sleep felt like mere coincidences, and Luffy pushed through each day, dragging his weary body to work, feeling like that was all he was good for in those moments.
Checking his phone on Friday, Luffy's anticipation for Law's message turned into disappointment when he found none. Doubt crept in, questioning whether the surgeon had changed his mind about their date. The fear of being let down by someone he dared to hope for gnawed at him. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that Law wasn't the type to break promises.
As Luffy wondered if Law had lost his number or if external forces influenced his decision, he decided to take matters into his own hands. So before he could regret it he picked up his phone and opened the contact named “Torao”.
“Hey, it’s Luffy. Just in case you lost my number or something. Hope you’ve had a good week! Do you still want to meet up tomorrow?”
He pressed send without even reading the message. He dragged himself out of bed and got ready for work.
—
Law's exhaustion was palpable as he shed his scrubs, the weight of an unforgiving week settling on his shoulders. The hospital had become a battleground for various tragedies – a relentless onslaught of shootings, stabbings, house fires, and fatal accidents. Each surgery blended into the next, the count of lives slipping through his fingers lost in the haze of continuous operations.
Like the guardian angel he was, Bepo offered a small respite in the form of a steaming coffee. Law accepted the gesture, taking a desperate gulp to fuel himself for the next challenge. The hospital's coffee, subpar at best, had become a necessary companion in Law's ceaseless fight against time and fate.
Bepo eyed him as Law brought the coffee to his lips taking a giant gulp. “Thought you might need that. How are things going?” Bepo asked.
“Shit. Two dead before they could even make it to the table.” Law huffed. It always got to the surgeon when patients died before they reached his operating room. He was confident he could save almost anyone and having that chance pointlessly taken away from him aggravated him to no end.
“I’m sorry. You should go home and try to relax. Your shift is over and tomorrow is your day off.” Bepo's words were a gentle reminder of his schedule, urging Law to step away from the battlefield, if only for a brief respite.
Law, caught in the relentless rhythm of the hospital, had become oblivious to the passage of time. The windowless operating rooms, sealed off from the world, created a vacuum where the distinction between day and night faded away. Back-to-back surgeries merged into an unbroken chain, and Law lost his grasp of time most days.
The realization struck him like a sudden jolt – tomorrow was his day off. The commitment he had made to Luffy struck him. Honestly, all he yearned for was the solace of his home, a quiet moment to lie on the couch and let the weight of the week dissipate. Yet, Law was bound by a principle instilled in him by his father – a man’s worth is their word.
“Thanks for the reminder, Bepo. Have a good weekend.” Law patted the blonde on the shoulder before turning on his heels to head to his office before making his way home.
He grabbed his phone out of the desk drawer and powered it on. 1 new message the screen read. He opened the message and immediately felt a twinge of guilt. Luffy had thought he lost his phone number. That of course was not the case. Law had saved Luffy’s phone number almost immediately without thinking.
Law hesitated as he prepared to respond to Luffy. A wave of uncertainty swept over him. Where could he possibly take someone to dinner? His own habits reflected a disinterest in extensive meals, often forgetting to nourish himself properly. Socializing, especially in the context of choosing a place to eat, wasn't his forte.
He sighed. There was no way he could ask Shachi or Penguin about restaurant opinions. The two prided themselves having the best spots for their (mostly unsuccessful) dates. However, if Law asked either of them for a restaurant recommendation it was sure to lead to a game of 20 questions. He hoped Bepo was still around. He at least wouldn’t nag him.
Law emerged from his office and spotted Bepo engaged in conversation by the nurses' station. The nurse he was talking to was new, with long, dark hair and a conventional beauty about her. Bepo, with his innate charm, possessed a natural ability to draw people—especially women—towards him. This charismatic demeanor stood in stark contrast to Law's more reserved and straightforward approach.
Despite Bepo's appealing qualities, to the dismay of Shachi and Penguin, he remained single. A subtle pang of guilt crossed Law's mind, suspecting that Bepo's commitment to his job, particularly managing Law's hectic schedule, might have played a role in his single status. Bepo not only handled his own surgical responsibilities but also took charge of Law's, acting as his right-hand man.
As a trauma surgeon, Law often found solace in the fact that many of his patients were sedated. Bepo, recognizing Law's limited patience for bedside interactions, shielded him from the majority of direct patient encounters. It was an arrangement that benefited both of them, considering when there were complaints about Law's less-than-stellar bedside manner, Bepo was the one left to deal with them.
On days like today, Bepo appeared dutifully after Law's surgeries, delivering a cup of freshly brewed coffee from a local shop near the hospital. Law couldn't fathom how the blonde managed it all, suspecting he might have a legion of faeries at his disposal.
Bepo noticed Law approaching and bid the nurse farewell, who shot Law a glare before leaving. Law sighed inwardly; perhaps Bepo's puppy-dog behavior with Law had its downsides, especially in the eyes of certain colleagues.
“Hey, you forget something?” Bepo questioned. Law had his coat and bag with him and was clearly on his way out.
“Uh, do you know any good restaurants around here?” Law asked, scratching the back of his neck. Bepo looked at him quizzically but didn’t ask.
“Yeah. There’s this place not too far from here called Cafe La Baltad. It’s one of my favorites.” Bepo smiled before giving him a look “Any reason…?” He pressed quietly.
“Nope. Thanks.” Law ended the conversation and turned away. He swore he could see a mischievous glint on the blonde surgeon's face.
On his walk home, Law pulled out his phone and texted Luffy back.
“Sorry, hectic week at the hospital. Don’t worry, I saved your number. Cafe La Baltad tomorrow at 7.” He typed before pressing send.
Law found himself grappling with uncertainty as the prospect of the upcoming date loomed over him. The concept of a date felt foreign to him, and he couldn't recall the last time he had been on one. Questions swirled in his mind, each adding to the growing headache. Did Luffy have specific expectations? Was there an unwritten script of actions he was supposed to follow? Was a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening a customary practice in modern dating? Did he want something more?
Law, not prone to oversharing or being a particularly adept conversationalist, worried about navigating his upcoming conversations with Luffy. But based on his limited interactions with Luffy, he gathered that the younger man tended to ramble. Despite his apprehension, The prospect of a simple, uneventful evening did sound appealing.
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