“Yeah, well,” Zoro says, “I thought you’d say no.” “Why would I say no?” Law asks, the corners of his lips tugging down in a frown. “Because you’re a control freak,” Zoro snorts, looking away from the sake bottle to meet Law’s eyes instead. “I thought control freaks didn’t drink.”

“And I got here how…?” Yū asks, eyeing Kayama skeptically. “Well, I’m not entirely sure how you got here,” Kayama laughs. Her nail polish is the same deep red as her lipstick, Yū observes idly. “I just know that you came in drunk off your ass and demanding a nipple piercing.” Yū flushes redder than she’s flushed in her entire life. (Or: piercer!Midnight, tattoo artist!Miruko, and Mt. Lady who accidentally stumbles into their shop.)

Sabito backs up from the table a little, presses his hands against the floor in front of him, and bows so deeply that his forehead almost brushes the tatami. “Please take me as your husband.” Giyū’s glad that Sabito waited until after he’d finished eating, because otherwise he would have probably choked on something in surprise.