Surgeon of Hearts. {Trafalgar Law x Reader}

Making Friends.

You hear noises, footsteps? Whatever it is, it's pulling you out of your slumber, you peek over your shoulder to the source of the noise, slightly irritated with being awoken. Only to spot Law coming into the room. He walks over to your bed calmly, grabbing the covers, you can't contain the panic in your eyes. You're wearing just your underwear! You're about to alert him but it's too late, he pulls off the covers, revealing your half-naked body. 

"W-What are you doing!" you yell at him, snatching the duvet back and covering up with it. 

"What are you doing?" Law throws the question back, albeit he asked with much more grace than you did. Your face was heating up now, you just know that you must look like a tomato, this is not a situation you'd like to find yourself in. 

"I don't have any pajamas, so I slept like this! If I knew anyone would come in, I would have kept on my clothes from before!" You explain yourself, you could still see him frowning as if he doesn't really buy into what you were saying.

"Tch. You could have at least kept your shirt on." He complains, still pulling the covers off of you. "At least it's easier to see how much you've healed now." 

Your heart starts pounding, you don't know how to fathom being seen like this by such a charming individual. You lay down flat so he can look you over properly, trying hard to relax yourself, but to no avail. He starts looking over your wounds, a small smirk etched into his features. This has you burning up even more. 

Why is he smirking like that? Please don't tell me he's a pervert too. 

You can feel your skin prickling up, goosebumps on your arms and stomach as his lithe fingers brush against your skin. He pulls off your bandages and replaces them with fresh ones. 

I thought he said he won't rewrap them?  You silently wonder to yourself as he finishes patching you up, throwing the old bandages in the trash as he makes his way to the door. 

"You're free to walk around the submarine, don't over exert yourself or you run the risk of tearing your stitches. And don't meddle with any controls in here." Law looks over his shoulder at you, his smirk making you squirm a little from discomfort. "Or you'll be going deep sea diving." He threatens, slamming the door behind him. 

This guy is going to be the death of me...

You sit up, ready to have a wander around the submarine, however, you notice that your clothes are missing. They're not on the floor where you left them. 

"Where the hell?!" You grunt, trying to look around the floor for them but with no such luck. 

Someone took them? 

You sigh, wrapping the covers around you, in attempt to hide your body, cautiously coming out of your room, a cold sweat sticking to your face. 

This is humiliating. Maybe if I find Shachi and Penguin, or even Bepo I could ask them for help!

You thought this plan was a good idea, you start picking up the pace, waddling down the hallway of the submarine. You hear someone behind you, Shachi maybe? You're still waddling at God speed whilst looking behind you. You were about to look ahead when you didn't see anyone or hear his voice again but before you do, you smash into something. Something...warm? You look up at your wall, only to find that you walked straight into him. Your face stung from the immense humiliation, you walked into Law! 

Well...Shit. 

You step back from him, you must look like a match right now, your face feels like it's on fire. You kind of wish it was, at least then you'd have an excuse for speeding around like a raving lunatic.