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    Law had not intended to remain at the hospital for this long. In the midst of pacing back and forth in the waiting room, his silver gaze had glanced over the clock that hung on the wall. He had been here for three hours pacing, sitting, fidgeting restlessly, and even peeking around the corner where the operating room was. He could not help but be anxious, even if he had practically preached to you that the procedure was safe, and was worried.    He was so worried.    Law’s behaviour was not as discrete as he believed. Patients and staff alike watched as the man would pace and switch from one chair to another.    He only intend

    Law was unsure how to react towards the state you were in. An IV tube ran up the crook of your right arm whilst other tubes hooked to machines stabilized you. You were draped in a customary hospital gown and now lay in a medical bed with a distant gaze fixated on the ceiling.    You did not appear to be the type of person to land yourself in the critical care unit, and yet here you were, the only thing keeping you alive were beeping and whirring of machinery. This was so wrong in Law’s eyes, it was so wrong and odd but he could not wrap his head around the reasoning for his thoughts towards this. He would never deny his concern fo

    You sat silently with a deadpanned expression in your room, resting your back against the thick, soft pillow of your bed as you observed the television screen before you and snacked on a second bowl of blueberries. This had to be some sort of joke, you honestly believed that Law could not be this bad at video games.    There were several levels of video gamers that you had personally categorized; noobs or armatures, average players, geeks, experts and finally the gods. You were around the average to early geek, whilst Law was. . . Well, let’s just say he forced you to create an entirely new category for himself. He was bad, horrif

Sometime During School – [F/N]’s House    You scoffed, tossing the remote on your bed before you in frustration. You had been playing for nearly two hours straight on a classic Playstation 2, Destroy All Humans, and, to put it simply, you had failed your mission horribly. You used to be an absolute pro at this game, however, it would seem that you had lost your touch a tad.    It would appear you would have to play a little more often in order to stay on your toes. Though you did not consider yourself a gamer, nor a good one at that, but you could most certainly kick David’s ass in nearly any game; it was something you c

     It would appear lunch was the time of interesting happenings at the One Piece Academy. It was at lunch time when everything first went to hell and only got worse from there on out. It was at lunch when Law had been informed by none other than Nami herself.    He had been eating in a recluse part of the academy with his friends, Shachi, Penguin and Bepo when the fuming strawberry blonde stormed towards them. Nami paused before Trafalgar, scowling down at the man.    “I want to talk to you, in private.” She demanded.    Law peeked out from the brim of his fuzzy, spotted white hat, gazing at the girl with an impassive exp

     Nami tapped her foot impatiently on the concrete floor underneath the table outside. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since lunch had begun and you were nowhere in sight. Everyone had already presented themselves at the table, even Zoro whom was, naturally, unpunctual. Usopp, whom was unable to join everyone due to having to serve a detention for an unspecified reason.    It did not take very long for the strawberry blonde’s impatience to get the better of her, Nami frequently seen peering over her shoulder in hopes of catching your advancing appearance.    Nami had yet to even touch her own lunch.    Nami waited for you,

     Miss. Robin observed her students with a small smirk of amusement, watching as the young adults focus all of their attention on the assignment she had just assigned. Her blue eyes were especially fixated on two students in particular; [F/N] [L/N] and Trafalgar Law. She watched from her desk as you both wrote your hearts out with far more resolve in your eyes compared to the rest of the class.    It was as if you two knew exactly what to write.    Miss. Robin knew that once she had written the next assignment on the board, you and Law would go all out, and she allowed them. The next subject was all opinionated, and the task itself wa

     Law opened the door and entered his home, the only place were stress seemed to be minimum. He still wore an irritated scowl, the expression almost always being present since the events during lunch.    You would think that he may have been sparred during his classes, but that, however, was not the case. Whenever a teacher was not looking, someone [usually a female] would hurriedly question him. He never practically had any time to respond, since the lessons and note taking dragged on so naturally he didn’t exactly have any time to answer any questions. He did not want to risk getting in trouble with the instructors.    He coul