“law, it’s just my—” sneeze, cough, “allergies!”
“don’t care, y/n-ya,” your captain replied, seizing you by the shoulders and sitting you down on a kitchen stool. you rolled your eyes, huffing. “besides, you shouldn’t be cooking if you’re sneezing. i don’t need your snot in my food.”
his large, tattooed hand came to rest on your forehead, manually checking your temperature. “you’re warm, you should go lay down.”
“do i get captain’s quarters?” you giggle, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. law bristled, his cheeks tinging pink.
“you have your own bunk for a reason. i don’t need your germs,” he said flatly. you pouted up at him from the stool.
“come on, don’t you care about me, captain?”
law sighed. you were truly his weakness. “fine. go lay down.”
score! you thought. “thanks, law,” you began, hopping down off the stool. your legs wobbled, but he caught your waist.
“maybe you’re sicker than i thought if you can’t even walk to my quarters by yourself,” he smirked. your arms wrapped around his torso, your warm cheek leaning on the cool flesh of his bicep.
“maybe,” you murmured. “carry me?”
“you’re impossible, y/n-ya,” he tutted, hoisting you into his arms. you only hummed in contentment and nuzzled into his broad chest.