Swap

Characters: Law, Shachi, Heart Pirates. Rating: K. Warnings: None

Laughter rang through the corridors of the Polar Tang, reverberating off the many pipes and distorting the sound slightly, but not enough to hide his nakama's amusement. Tucked away in his room, taking a well-deserved break after hours spent recording Doflamingo's latest known actions by flicking through a decently solid medical tome, Law smiled.

He wondered what they'd done this time. They were always finding new ways to have fun – even though a quick glance at the clock showed that the basic chores were supposed to be being done. Downtime wasn't for another half hour or so. Law carefully placed a piece of paper between the pages of his book, marking where he'd got to for later, before leaving his room.

He doubted he was going to need to seriously play the kill-joy captain, but his curiosity was roused so he followed the echoing sounds to their source: the laundry room. More people than was strictly necessary were in there, and Law stood in the doorway, taking in the sight.

His nakama had decided to swap clothes, or so it appeared. Ikkaku was fiddling with the peak of Penguin's hat – her voluminous hair the only reason it fit at all on her smaller head – while Clione was wearing a tank top several sizes too small that Law was fairly certain belonged to Ikkaku. The swaps continued around the room as they all helped each other into ill-fitting clothes, some too tight and others too baggy, and Law shook his head, smirking to himself, until he caught sight of a very familiar feather-necked navy blue top perhaps a size too big for its current wearer.

Ah yes, Shachi had been on laundry duty, hadn't he? The ginger did sometimes decide to do very random things, like increase his workload by wearing clean clothes that weren't his, as appeared to be case this time. The rest of the crew present had clearly found the idea amusing enough to join in on.

"You realise you need to wash those again?" he asked him, startling several with his presence. Shachi shrugged, not ruffled at all (he'd probably noticed him coming half the ship away, Law realised), and nestled his face further into the feathers around his neck.

"I'll manage," he shrugged.

"You don't have a choice," Law reminded him plainly, before deciding that was enough of playing the killjoy. "You look ridiculous." Not only was Shachi curled up in a thick top too long for him – his hands were almost lost inside the sleeves – but he'd also somehow tugged on a pair of spotted jeans. His feet were bare, although with the way the jeans were bunched around his ankles it was clear why. Law hoped Shachi wasn't stretching the fabric; while he was shorter, his legs were more muscular.

"It's comfy," Shachi retorted with a whine, sounding more like a child that the fully grown man he supposedly was, and Law crossed the room to him in lazy strides, the rest of the crew parting for him and watching silently to see what he'd do.

"You're an idiot," Law told him, receiving a pout and having to consciously remind himself that Shachi was twenty five years old, not five. He reached out and grabbed the green hat on Shachi's head, removing it from ginger hair that tried to follow it, waving around in the air limply from the static. "I'll be taking this."

With his spare hand he took his own hat off his head, and gently yet firmly pushed it down onto the messy ginger hair.

"Much better," he said, pulling Shachi's hat onto his own head. It was still warm. The ginger blinked up at him owlishly before a grin stretched across his face.

"Much better," he agreed, fussing with his own hat on Law's head until it sat properly as the crew's light-hearted laughter started up again.

I've seen a couple of pictures around with Shachi in Law's clothes, hat and all, and they're pretty cute.

Thanks for reading!
Tsari