@celestiialnotes , shachi , said: Despite the smile he sees on Hakugan's mask, the feeling Shachi gets when passing by felt... off. So, with a wide, sharp-toothed grin on his face, he hooks an arm around his shoulders for a moment, checking his response before giving him a proper hug. A tight squeeze that lasts for a few seconds before letting go. " Thought you might need one. " He adds in a bit of a hair ruffle. For fun.
🇺🇳🇵🇷🇴🇲🇵🇹🇪🇩 / always accepting !
he isn't perched at his usual station, not with the Tang's current steady course across several hundred nautical miles of open sea. no, the helmsman's impish, painted on face is directed down at the backlit green of an uneventful radar. but beneath a forever cheerful mask, Hakugan isn't quite there, his uneven brows creased inward in lost thought.
over and over, like rewinding a tape, the young pirate thinks of a strangeness quietly observed in Law's eyes, as senior crew members raised disagreements with the captain's plan to split off on his own—
❝ ah—! ❞ the grinning visage snaps up as Hakugan's whole body reacts with a brief, but sharp jolt, suddenly pulled from internalized thoughts as his crewmate's arm takes hold. it happens every time. he always jumps, he can't help it. and every time, for a split-second, it feels as though his heart might just burst out of his chest — that is, until his overreactive brain processes that the life-threatening danger is actually just Shachi. just Shachi giving a familiar grin before pulling him into one of the best hugs. and in those few seconds, with his own arms returning the gesture with just as much of a squeeze, the helmsman feels momentarily relaxed and at ease.
❝ I'm- I'm just worried about Law— ❞ he cuts off for a pause, shoulders hunching up towards his ears and eyes squeezing shut behind his mask as the other pirate affectionately makes it look as if wild brown locks just got licked by a cow.
❝ what if something happens to him? ❞ Hakugan trusts Law, more than anyone else, and would never question his calls, but— his eyes. those amber irises that tried to be calculated and cold, once again failed to hide from the masked man a deep sort of melancholy. ❝ how is he even going to get to Zou? ❞
and maybe he was just overthinking and working himself into a spiral, but the youngest of the Hearts couldn't help but consider: Law didn't have it in his plan to make it back at all.