#does bepo mean scenes like 'embarrassing' (in front of my coworkers guys??) or 'embarrassing' (you're so lovesick get a room omfg)? yes.

[chenziee]

Always an Accident

This silly, chaotic little story was brought to you by @fumiiigation who picked it from my list of ideas!! Thank you for your support and patience 🤍

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Bepo loved his job at the hospital, loved being a nurse. Despite the grueling hours and the both physically and emotionally exhausting work, he loved helping his patients and he loved the people he worked with—both the doctors and his fellow nurses.

Sometimes, however, he wished he wasn’t a man in a largely female population of the nurses’ office. Their topics of conversation could, on rare occasions, be… uncomfortable.

Especially when he walked in on them without anyone noticing.

“I swear, they should stop making men so hot if they weren’t going to put a nice personality in there, too,” one of the girls, Mina, muttered as her eyes followed one Trafalgar Law as he walked through the emergency room public area.

“I know, right?” Tate, the head nurse, agreed. “Trafalgar is so nice to look at but then he opens his mouth and he’s like that… Thank god he’s a surgeon and doesn’t have to talk with the patients all that much. His bedside manner is just…”

“Godawful?”

“Come on, guys, he’s not that bad. Just… blunt,” Tristan tried.

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have a big fat crush on him. That intern of yours under Doctor Kureha… What was his name, Tony? He’s much nicer. You should ask him on a date already.”

Immediately, Tristan flushed deep red as she muttered something incoherent before burying her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Bepo cringed, trying to convince himself he couldn’t hear anything; after all, not only was the topic not something wanted to participate in at all, but… that was his best friend of over twenty years they were talking about. Even though Bepo could admit they weren’t wrong, it still didn’t make him very happy to hear.

Clearing his throat to alert the girls to his presence, Bepo watched as guilty looks flashed across all three women’s faces as they greeted him. But, it only took a second before Mina shook the shame of being caught off like a pro.

“Hey, Bepo,” she started slowly, “you’re friends with Doctor Trafalgar, right?”

“Uhm… yeah? Sorry.” Bepo eyed her warily as certain eagerness found its way to her eyes.

“Does he have a girlfriend? What does he like? What’s his type? He never talks about himself!” she finished with a whine, staring up at Bepo like he was her only salvation.

Taken aback by the flurry of questions, Bepo blinked, his mouth falling open even as words all but escaped him. Where did he even start…?

“Next patient please!”

Inadvertently, Bepo looked up at Law’s voice, before his gaze was drawn to the people who stood up… and his eyes went wide. He knew that green hair and earrings shaped like katanas. And he most certainly knew the guy with a clearly broken arm who was reluctantly trudging after him, black hair and scar under his eye, looking so guilty as his friend all but dragged him behind the curtain to see the doctor.

Bepo closed his eyes, silently praying to whoever was listening to let this pass peacefully.

“Bepo…?”

His eyes snapping open, Bepo looked at Tate, giving his superior the most sincere apology that he could muster in advance. Then, he turned to Mina. “I think you’re getting your answers in about ten seconds…”

A beat of confused silence passed but before any of the girls could voice the questions that were clearly on the tips of their tongues—

“What the fuck?!”

“It was an accident!”

Taking a deep breath, Bepo’s expression twisted into a grimace. He knew peace was too much to hope for…

“It’s always an accident with you, Straw Hat-ya! I swear to fucking god, the second I take my eyes off of you, you break something! Do you think you’re made of rubber or some shit?!”

Bepo flinched at Law’s angry yelling. He couldn’t help but notice how he reverted back to the old nickname—a sign that he was really, really angry.

Three identical looks of bemused shock turned to Bepo, wordlessly asking for all the answers in the world. Understandable, but Bepo wasn’t looking forward to explaining—and excusing—this very public mess.

Finally, Tristan spoke up, her voice quiet and almost scared. “Bepo, what’s going on?”

Bepo looked at her, a strange kind of pain in his chest as he opened his mouth to answer. “Straw Hat, the patient who just walked in, he’s—”

“No, don’t I-love-you me when you have a fucking bone sticking out of your fucking arm!”

“—Law’s husband,” Bepo finished, feeling completely and utterly defeated.

“Well…” Tate drawled, slight annoyance making its way to her voice. “Nice way to get a glimpse into Trafalgar’s life.”

Bepo’s head dropped. “I’m so sorry, boss.”

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As he stood in front of the door to the examination room where Tate had banished Law and his husband after Straw Hat’s X-ray was done, Bepo tried to gather the courage to knock. Law was really mad earlier, after all; an anger born of worry, but still anger nonetheless.

Was it safe to get in the middle of that yet? He didn’t hear Straw Hat blaming Roronoa and anything else he could think of, nor was Law yelling about ‘falling in love with idiots’ and ‘dumbass fucking ideas’ or telling Straw Hat he was sleeping in Onigiri’s bed tonight anymore, so… probably?

Taking a deep breath, Bepo finally raised his hand to knock, waiting for a moment before cracking the door open.

“Uhm… Guys? It’s Bepo, sorry. Can I come in?”

After Law’s tired reply, Bepo pushed the door open all the way, taking the scene before him in for the first time.

The two of them were sitting in chairs next to each other with Straw Hat leaning back casually, a carefree grin on his face as he happily greeted Bepo as if nothing was wrong, while Law gingerly examined his forearm. Bepo actively chose to ignore the way Straw Hat’s shirt was suspiciously wrinkled around his neckline as if someone had grabbed him to pull towards themselves, as well as the slight mess that Law’s hair was now. He really didn’t want to think about that.

Instead, Bepo turned his eyes to the thing that got them in this situation in the first place.

“Do you need any help with the treatment? Do we have to operate?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Torao just overreacted,” Straw Hat replied before Law could so much as open his mouth.

Law clicked his tongue in annoyance, his fingers that were holding Straw Hat’s arm twitching. “Sure, Luffy, blame me for being pissed to find you in the fucking ER for the fifth time just this month.”

“Not true! It’s the second time at most!” Straw Hat retorted as he stuck his tongue out defiantly.

“Want me to pull out the records?” Law deadpanned, shooting Straw Hat a look before sighing. “One day I’m going to find you on my operating table and then fucking what am I gonna do?”

Bepo flinched. There it was, the heart of this entire issue. Bepo couldn’t say he didn’t see where Law was coming from; after all, Straw Hat did find himself in the hospital almost as often as the people who actually worked there and it wasn’t good for Law’s heart.

And, judging by the guilty, sad look that flashed over Straw Hat’s face, the man knew it, too.

“I’m sorry, Torao…” he muttered, leaning over to squeeze Law’s knee with his good hand.

Law looked up at him, something heavy and so very loving in his eyes and suddenly, Bepo felt incredibly uncomfortable.

Clearing his throat awkwardly to remind them he was there—not that that had ever stopped those two from being sickeningly in love with each other even after all these years—, Bepo watched as the strange tension broke and the both of them went back to what they were doing as if nothing happened.

“Bepo, can you please go grab a brace and the paperwork?”

Bepo nodded, giving the two of them one last look before leaving. As he closed the door after himself, he saw them exchange a slow, tender kiss and he couldn’t help but smile.

They really deserved each other. Despite all their differences, even now, fifteen years later, they still looked just as happy as the day they started dating. Just as happy as they looked on their wedding day. And Bepo was happy for his best friend.

Although, he would certainly appreciate if they stopped subjecting him to scenes like this on the regular.