yearning!law’s hands were known for violence and bloodshed. It had always been that way. But, beneath that was a man who just wanted to be touched—softly.
yearning!law didn’t realize how badly he needed that touch until he saw you gently pat Bepo’s back, your fingers lightly massaging his fur after you felt a knot. He saw how relaxed he was, and wanted that.
yearning!law keeps you at an arm’s length, telling himself he doesn’t deserve it. But his brain couldn’t help but give him reasons why he does.
yearning!law ends up pissing himself off when he thinks that and inadvertently projects it on you—and you, taking no shit from anyone, call him out.
but…
yearning!law overhears you talking to Ikkaku in your shared cabin, and for once his grip loosened.
“He doesn’t have to keep thinking he doesn’t deserve it—relaxation. Gentleness. Kindness. Someone’s compassion.” You started, “he just needs to let someone in.”
yearning!law looked down and noticed his fingers dangling loosely from his hands. He lifted them and looked at his palms: no fingernail indents, no broken skin, no blood.
yearning!law decided that the next time he had a backache he’d ask you for a massage.
