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"Idiot," Law muttered to himself as he ate with the Straw Hat crew. He’d explicitly told Luffy to lay low in Wano. Stay undercover. Blend in. So what does that idiot do? Punches through a wall over red bean soup.
"Oh, it hasn’t happened yet," Robin said with a secretive smile.
Zoro rolled his eye. "Give it time. It’s taking longer than normal, but it’s coming."
"I think it has happened," Nami said, Berries shining in her eyes. "He’s just better at hiding it. Wanna bet?"
"Not against you, Sea Witch," Zoro grumbled.
"Usopp? Franky?" Nami looked around for any takers, but everyone was careful not to catch her manic gaze.
"What are you talking about?" Law snapped, annoyed at being left out. "What has or hasn’t happened yet?"
"Falling in love, bro!" Franky shouted at his only volume setting.
"In love?" Law blinked. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He looked at Robin, desperate for the most rational voice in the room.
"Our captain, of course.” She chuckled softly.
"Wha—what? In love?! With Straw Hat-ya??" Law recoiled, completely scandalized. "Why the fuck would I be in love with that idiot?!"
"Oooooh, I told you he’s already in love, Zoro! Give me my Berries!" Nami grinned, full cat mode.
"I didn’t place the damn bet, you she-demon!"
"Fine. It’s going on your tab," Nami sniffed.
"Why you—"
"Someone start explaining what the hell you’re talking about, or I’m leaving," Law said with long-suffering patience.
"Everyone he’s ever met and helped has fallen in love with our captain at some point," Robin said peacefully. "No one is immune to his charm."
"You’re all delusional," Law scoffed.
"It’s okay!" Chopper patted Law’s knee in condolence. "We didn’t realize right away either."
Usopp laughed. "Yeah, I just thought I admired him! Then, one day, I realized I’d take a cannonball for him, and I was like: ‘Oh no! My self-preservation has failed!’"
Franky wiped a tear from his eye. "I was SUUUPPERRR confused at first— But thankfully, Nami and Zoro helped me understand that it just happens around Luffy... Some people fall immediately… and for others, it creeps up on you."
Sanji took a long drag from his cigarette. "It’s like he stabs your heart with a meat-covered spear of sunshine… and never leaves."
"You all sound like you’re talking about a disease. Some incurable, highly contagious diagnosis!" Law squawked, visibly distressed.
"We call it Luffy Syndrome," Robin said with a smile. "Every crew member, princess, even a few marines have fallen to its effect. It’s incurable, I’m afraid."
"You can’t be serious."
"Luffy Syndrome is very real," Chopper said gravely. "And it does spread. It’s practically an airborne virus of affection and ride-or-die loyalty," he lowered his voice ominously. "And there is no cure. Not even I can cure it."
"This is ridiculous," Law muttered.
Robin smiled enigmatically at him. "Is it? Would you like to hear when I realized it?"
Law stopped moving. Stopped breathing. But gave no indication either way. Robin took his silence as a yes.
"I think everyone already knows mine—it was highly publicized," she said with a small laugh. "Enies Lobby. He told Sogeking to bring down the World Government flag for no other reason than that they were a threat to me. This little ball of sunshine and rubber went to war with the most powerful militant group in the world… for someone who had once been an enemy. I was ready to die that day. I thought, perhaps, that I deserved to. But then he asked me to live. Demanded it. And somehow… I wanted to. Luffy gave me back my life. He gave me a future."
Silence followed her story, and Nami placed her hand on Robin's arm.
"I get chills every time she tells this story," Franky whispered—only because it’s Franky, it came out as a shout directly in Law’s ear. “My moment was also in Enies Lobby! Luffy and the crew helped the Franky Family save me and Robin. Watching Luffy go to war with the entire World Government just to save his crewmate… He told them to bring it on. He had the type of guts that I haven’t seen since Tom-san. He showed pure manliness, and did it with a don! Without him I wouldn’t have had the will to follow my dream.”
Law shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "This has nothing to do with me… We had an alliance, and he helped me out… that doesn’t mean I’m in love with the idiot!"
"Ooooh!" Usopp said. "Maybe he’s more like me? Okay, okay, I’ll go next!" Usopp blurted out, raising his hand like they were in class, but he was already halfway standing up.
"Let me set the scene for you: Water 7." Usopp grinned as he paced; he was in his element now, telling a story to a captive audience.
"I mean, before that, I thought I just admired him. He was brave and cool in his own dumb way… kind of like me, but with no common sense. But I didn’t get it yet. Not fully. Then the Merry got wrecked. And I didn’t think he tried hard enough to save her. So we fought. I… I said awful things. He won, because of course he did." He swallowed.
"He let me go. Even though I could see how much it hurt him." Usopp wrung his hands like he was trying to squeeze the memory right out of his fingers. "And when I came back… when I finally had the guts to apologize… he cried. He forgave me instantly. No questions. No punishment. Just… Luffy."
He sat down abruptly, like the weight of it finally hit him. He blinked fast. "That was the moment I knew I fell. The moment I realized… Luffy still wanted me. Me. Usopp. Not Sogeking. Not a sniper or a soldier. Just me. And I knew… he was not just my captain. He’s the first person who never saw me as just a joke."
Usopp sank back into his seat. Law was trying very hard to appear unimpressed, but he failed spectacularly.
There was a long pause.
Then Sanji exhaled slowly, tapping the ash off his cigarette.
"I used to think it was when he listened to me about the All Blue." Sanji didn’t look up. His voice was softer than usual. "Nobody ever took that dream seriously. I was always just the romantic cook with the outlandish dream. But Luffy… He just nodded and said, 'Cool! Let’s go find it.' Like it was the most natural thing in the world."
Sanji laughed, bitter and fond at once. "I thought that was the moment I fell for him. And maybe it was… a little. But the real moment? That was on Whole Cake island." Now everyone was listening.
The silence grew heavier.
"I tried to leave. I kicked him. Called him names. Told him to go."
"Shitty Cook," Zoro mumbled, but Nami slapped the back of his head. Sanji continued as if the interruption had never happened.
"And he didn’t fight back. He stood there, bloodied and starving and stubborn as hell. And he waited, refusing to eat…” Sanji’s hands trembled slightly as he lit another cigarette just to have something to do. “Luffy refusing to eat…” He shook his head at the absurdity. “All just for me. Despite everything that was happening with my… past, Luffy saw through it all. He knew who I was and what I really wanted, and my captain never gave up on me.”
He smiled faintly through the smoke. "That was the day I fell in love with Monkey D. Luffy. Now, don’t get me wrong—I love women—but my love for Luffy? It’s different. It’s not about attraction. It’s… an all-encompassing kind of love that goes beyond romantic love, even friendship love."
Law was still frozen in place… because his brain was whispering something to him that he did not want to remember.
"Yohoho, he gets us all in the end, Sanji.”
"And another one falls to the Luffy Syndrome," Chopper said quietly, shaking his head like a tiny, adorable doctor delivering a grim prognosis.
"Shit Ero-Cook," Zoro grumbled under his breath.
"What did you say, Mosshead?"
"You heard me, curly brows!"
Sanji and Zoro leapt for each other simultaneously as limbs and insults flew.
Nami rolled her eyes with long-suffering grace.
"Ignore them. They always do that."
Nami leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "My moment…" she said, her voice softer than expected. Everyone quieted again. Even Zoro and Sanji paused, mid-swing.
"It was Arlong Park." She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve, not meeting anyone’s eyes.
"I’d spent years lying, stealing, pretending to be loyal to the monster who killed my mother. Just to buy back my village. Just to survive. And when everything fell apart… I completely broke." She swallowed hard.
"I was so disgusted with myself and what I had done, and it still wasn’t enough. I couldn’t take his mark on my arm anymore. It made me want to vomit. So I stabbed myself, trying to remove his mark from my soul…" Nami’s eyes took on a far-off look, blurred by memory.
"I begged Luffy for help. He just said, 'Of course I will.'" She smiled. "He didn’t even ask why. He didn’t need to." Nami looked up, her eyes glowing with unshed tears—and something fiercer. Brighter.
"He put his hat—his treasure—on my head. And then he fought. For me. That was the first time I wasn’t alone." She smiled faintly, blinking quickly.
"At that moment, for the first time since my mother was alive, I felt safe. The weight of the hat, and the quiet promise behind it… it sank straight into my chest and I knew I wasn’t alone anymore. This is someone I can let in. Someone who sees me struggling and wants to help only because I’m his friend. Even after I betrayed him…" She took a slow breath.
Everyone was quiet for a beat too long after Nami spoke. Even Sanji and Zoro didn’t move. Law didn’t look at her. His jaw was tight. But inside? His chest was aching. Like something he’d kept locked up just shifted.
"That’s when I fell," Nami said with a shrug. "Who wouldn’t, in my shoes?"
Law swallowed, his voice low and bitter. "You people make it sound inevitable."
Robin glanced at him, smiling softly.
"It is."
Chopper sniffled, his little hooves twisting in his lap.
"I—I can go next," he said, wiping his nose with the back of his arm.
The crew turned to him with soft smiles. Brook gave him a gentle pat. Law looked vaguely concerned, as if unsure whether this tiny reindeer was about to cry… or explode.
"Mine was almost instantaneous… It was when I first met him. On my home island, Drum Island." He looked down at his hooves, ears flicking with nerves.
"Everyone always called me a monster. My own family. The villagers. The pirates. Even Doctorine at first. I didn’t fit anywhere; not with humans, not with animals. I thought I’d be alone forever." He sniffled again but pushed through it.
"But then Luffy showed up. And he didn’t flinch. He didn’t scream. He didn’t even hesitate." Chopper looked up, his eyes shining. "He said, 'You can turn into a reindeer-man?! COOL!'"
Everyone smiled, even Zoro.
"That was it. That was my moment. He didn’t care what I looked like or could change into. In fact, he thought I was amazing because of it. And I thought… maybe I’m not broken. Maybe I’m something good." He laughed, then immediately covered his face with his hooves. "I-I’m not crying! I’m just… leaking! From my face!"
"We know, buddy," Zoro muttered. Then, with zero fanfare, he wrapped an arm around Chopper and plopped him on his lap. He stared at Law with a look that said: Go ahead. Make fun of him. I dare you.
"HE SAID YOU WERE COOL!!" Usopp and Franky cried in unison, full ugly sobbing mode.
Law didn’t say anything. He wasn’t heartless; even he could feel affection for the other doctor. That was all. He wasn’t feeling affected by Straw Hat.
There was a moment of stillness after Chopper’s words, broken only by the occasional sniffle from Usopp and Franky.
Then Brook gently raised a hand.
“May I go next?”
The crew turned to him, and he stood, brushing imaginary dust from his trousers with dramatic flair.
“I believe I have a bone to pick with all of you… because none of you mentioned how gentlemanly I was when I first met you all!”
He let the pun land. No one groaned. Not because it wasn’t awful, just… expected.
“Yohohoho! Skull joke! I couldn’t help myself. I have no body to stop me! Another skull joke. Yohoho!”
Robin chuckled behind her hand.
Brook softened, voice lowering slightly.
“I was already dead when I met Luffy. When he found me… I had nothing left; not my crew, not my body, not even my shadow. For years I was alone… lonely, with only myself for company…Then came a boy made of light and laughter. And I felt warmth for the first time in fifty years.
Brook paused, and bent over, rustling with something under the table. He appeared again, a violin in his hands, and he began to play a slow, hopeful melody.
"In that moment, my soul remembered what it felt like to be alive. The real miracle was that this boy asked me, a forsaken skeleton, to join his crew—with stars in his eyes. No pity. No fear. Just open arms. He looked at me and didn’t see a skeleton. Or a ghost. Or a shadow of who I was. He just saw me. That was the moment I felt alive again.”
Brook's music continued to play, building in tempo, purpose, but not losing it's soft, loving air.
“And that warmth intensified into love for my new captain who needed a musician to fill his ship with songs and merriment.”
Brook's song began to slow, and as a hint of Binks' Sake's melody began to fade in, the song ended.
The crew clapped and Chopper smiled up at the Skeleton.
“You’re the best musician, ever,” Chopper promised.
Law didn’t speak. But for a moment, his fingers brushed his chest, where his heart still beat.
After Brook sat down, a silence settled over the group, warm, not heavy.
Then Jinbe cleared his throat softly. “If I may…”
The crew turned toward him. No one said a word.
“I thought the moment I fell for the boy was at Impel Down, but it was later that my loyalty and devotion were freely given to Luffy.”
Jinbe had been the only Straw Hat present for Marineford, and no one wanted to miss a moment of their captain's pain.
“I met Luffy during the worst time of his life. He was just a boy. Loud. Reckless. Foolish. I thought he was going to get himself killed.” Jinbe looked up, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Impel Down is not for the faint of heart. Only one man had ever escaped its hell before Luffy infiltrated the prison. Probably the first person to ever willingly walk into hell,” Jinbe chuckled softly.
“Marineford was even worse.” Jinbe paused, as if unwilling to talk about his experience in the war. “Every time I thought, ‘this is impossible, he won't make it’… he did. For Ace.”
There was another beat where no one spoke.
“After Ace died… I carried Luffy from the battlefield. His body was shaking. His will was shattered. But still… he clung to life. Not for himself, but for his crew. He didn’t know if any of you still lived. But he believed.”
“And then the events on Fishman Island happened,” Jinbe continued. “I saw this brave, impossible boy dying… for no other reason than a law that had outgrown its use. I gave him my blood, though it was illegal. And he accepted it without flinching. We showed that Fishmen and humans can work together in harmony. He saved my home from Hody Jones’ hatred. That was when I knew: Luffy doesn’t just unite people. He heals us.”
“That was the moment I fell. Into respect. Into loyalty. Into something like love.”
“That’s beautifully said… and equally felt,” Robin said, smiling at Jinbe.
“Jinbe…” Chopper sniffled, voice trembling.
Law wanted to scoff. To roll his eyes. To tell them they were all insane.
But he couldn’t.
Because he felt it.
A final crack in the wall around his heart.
Because if Jinbe, an honorable and respected man, had given himself so fully…
Zoro shifted where he sat, stretching lazily.
There was a quiet moment after Jinbe sat down.
“Guess we saved the best for last, eh?” Zoro said, voice rough with amusement.
“You wish,” Sanji muttered automatically, but for the first time, Zoro didn’t rise to it. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t argue. He just looked down at the ground. Quiet. Still. Thinking.
“It was our first meeting, in Shells Town. I don’t think I’ve ever talked about meeting Luffy before…” His voice was low and calm.
“Nami’s logged every new crew member, but me, I was the first. The first crewmate. The first to believe. The first one to fall.”
No one dared interrupt.
"He might have asked all of you to join the crew…and Franky’s invitation was a fake coercion," He smirked. "But he blackmailed me into it."
A few chuckles rose, soft, shocked-like air being let out of lungs.
"Told me it was either join or die in that Navy yard. I asked him if he was the Devil’s son." Zoro’s smirk deepened with the memory. "And he just smiled… handed me my swords…And that was it. He didn’t ask. He chose me. And I chose back.” Zoro paused. Then, simply: "I gave him my loyalty that day. The rest of it came later. I don’t even know when. In little moments between blackmail and vows never to lose again. But now? I’d follow him to hell. Not because I have to. Because I want to."
Law was silent. Too silent.
Then he exhaled. Rough. Sharp. Like it hurts.
“You all are insane,” he muttered. “Every single one of you.”
No one responded. They just watched him.
He looked at Zoro. Eyes narrowed.
“You’re strong, Roronoa-ya. I wouldn’t think that someone like you would bend to anyone.”
“Luffy isn’t just anyone.”
Law glared at the table, the plates had long since been picked clean. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the clouds had rolled in. And then, almost too quietly to hear, Law spoke:
“It was Dressrosa.”
Everyone stilled.
“I thought I had lost. Doflamingo broke everything I had left… again. My plan. My revenge. My body. I was barely alive. And Dolflamingo thought he had won. But then I thought about Straw Hat-ya... I thought about the miracles that he had performed, how he didn’t even flinch when I mentioned taking down Kaido, and his stupid, single minded recklessness. That’s when I realized it. That no matter what Doflamingo did to me, he would never beat Straw Hat-ya." Law chuckled humorlessly. "I already had my revenge, and Dolflamingo had no idea.”
Law paused, his eyes focused down at the table as he wrestled with the tight feeling in his chest as it began to claw up his throat.
“I was completely certain Straw Hat-ya would pull it off. I was stupid to be so confident, because that rubber menace is a loose cannon, and I’m a pragmatist…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “But still, somehow, I knew he would do the impossible.”
Usopp chuckled. “That’s what believing in Luffy will do to you.”
When Law didn’t continue, Usopp prodded further. “So, you admit it, you’ve fallen like the rest of us?”
Law’s head snapped up as he glared at them. The strange crew, which was made up of such a bizarre combination of people that it made his own ragtag crew look ordinary in comparison, was staring at him expectantly.
“You had your fun,” Law growled, “but I’m not admitting shit.”
And by the way the crew grinned at him, he knew that was as good as admitting it outright.
Because that rubber boy was a force of nature, as certain and strong as gravity pulling the earth around the sun, and falling was inevitable.