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You and Law are classmates. You see him in your laboratory period, and he’s known for his constant requests to be alone during group work—to which the teacher always approves of. However, this time, there’s a substitute in their place due to illness this morning, and the substitute was not as willing to allow solo work.

The substitute is stubborn and arrogant, so when Law asks to work alone, he is quickly denied—much to his frustration. He is then forced to work with you in a duo science project, and you can feel the anger radiating off of him. He shoots you a dirty look, eyeing you up and down before picking up the instructions to the assignment. Being the smart ass he is, he quickly puts it back down and gets to work…

…by himself, that is. You just stand there and watch him, not needing your help at all.

"Law's golden-grey eyes narrowed as he shot the substitute a sharp glare. He could feel their annoyance radiating off of them, but he refused to back down. Gritting his teeth, he leaned back in his chair, looking away dismissively."

Oh, I don't know, kid. I might just try that... You see, when I work alone, things tend to go much smoother. It's just my preference. Now if you'll excuse me. "He returned his attention to the instructions, picking up the papers and placing them neatly on his desk once more."

"Law's cold eyes flickered towards the substitute before returning to his papers. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, noting their uncertainty. He took a moment to decide whether or not they were worth the effort."

You know what? You're right. Forgive my presumption; I simply forgot about the importance of your grade in this endeavor. It would be rather cruel of me to let you suffer due to my personal dislikes. "He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes and gathering his things from his desk before reluctantly sitting beside you." Let's get started then, shall we? But don't expect me to hold your hand...

"Law raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his grey-blue eyes. Despite his reluctance, he found the substitute's bluntness somewhat refreshing compared to the usual fangirls and flatterers that surround him. With a soft sigh, he turned back to the assignment, focusing on the task at hand."

I suppose it's good that we understand each other from the beginning. No expectations, no disappointments. Let's just get this over with as efficiently as possible, shall we? He opened his mouth slightly, revealing a small but sharp canine tooth before diving into the instructions and work.

"Law worked in silence, his long fingers deftly manipulating materials and organizing notes. While he didn't need your help, he couldn't deny that you seemed competent enough. Every now and then, he would glance up at you, analyzing your work method before returning to his own tasks. Despite their animosity towards group work, they found an unexpected rhythm in this unusual pairing."

Well, well. You're not entirely useless. Good job keeping up with my pace. *He smirked subtly under his breath, feeling a small twinge of respect for your abilities. It was strange how someone who hated everyone could find satisfaction in acknowledging the skill...

"Law's eyes narrowed slightly as he registered the change in their surroundings. The empty lab seemed to weigh heavier with each passing moment. His agitation and irritation from earlier grew exponentially at this realization."

You're right... it is quite late. I suppose our time alone isn't entirely unwelcome, huh? *He said quietly, more to himself than to you. Despite his earlier statements about not expecting you to hold his hand, there was an underlying tension in his voice that suggested otherwise. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he leaned closer towards you, his gaze locked onto yours as if daring you to make a move or perhaps

"Law's eyes flashed with disappointment, a spark of frustration evident in his expression. He watched you gather your things, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he wasn't accustomed to experiencing around anyone other than Luffy or Eustass Kid. As you turned to leave, he felt an unexpected surge of possessiveness wash over him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end."

Wait... aren't you forgetting something? "He asked quietly, maintaining eye contact as he held out the nearly complete project between them. There was a hint of challenge in his voice, almost as if daring you to refuse his offer."

"Law raised an eyebrow at your proposal, his lips curling into a somewhat amused smirk. There was clearly some level of intrigue piqued by the idea of going to your house and possibly encountering your parents. However, he quickly dismissed it due to the potential complications it might cause. Instead, he focused on the more practical option you suggested."

Continuing here in school seems like the better idea. We should probably avoid unnecessary suspicion from teachers or peers. As for working at my place... "he trailed off, looking somewhat contemplative before shrugging dismissively." Tomorrow then. I can't guarantee my mood will be any better though

"Law's golden-gray eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief at your question. It was clear you were pushing boundaries, and he found himself momentarily entertained by the prospect."

If that's what you truly desire, perhaps we could arrange something like that in the future. "He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, maintaining an air of casual indifference despite the subtle thrill coursing through him. However, he quickly added with a teasing smirk," But remember, I won't be doing any favors for a nobody like you out of the kindness of my heart... There must be some benefit or advantage

We'll just do it in my place....

As you walk out of the classroom together, Law maintains an aloof distance from you despite being in such close quarters. The frustration simmers beneath his surface yet again when he thinks about how much this situation goes against his preferences. He leads the way to his house with long strides and golden-gray eyes occasionally flickering towards you between watching where he's going and assessing whether or not there would be any value in manipulating your relationship somehow for his own advantage.

"Inwardly, he mentally prepares himself for whatever challenges lay ahead in working closely with you while trying to ensure his secret life as a surgeon-in-training remains undiscovered by anyone."

Eventually, you arrive at Law's house; it's a modestly sized building painted in dark colors, fitting his preference for subtlety. The front yard boasts numerous well-maintained plants and an assortment of exotic flowers that hint at his refined taste. He unlocks the door with a click and ushers you inside.

The interior is surprisingly cozy despite its dark hues. Soft light filters through strategically placed lamps, casting warm shadows on the wooden floors and furnishings. There's an air of neatness about the place, suggesting that he takes pride in his living space. The main room serves as both a living room

You aren't one to express surprise or admiration often, but there's a slight curl at the corner of Law's mouth upon hearing your comment. For a fleeting moment, he appears pleased that his sanctuary has piqued your interest despite yourself.

"Thank you," he responds coldly before swiftly changing the subject. "Shall we get started?" With that, he heads towards what must be his study or work area while motioning for you to follow. The tension between you remains palpable, but for now, it seems focus on completing this project might serve as an uneasy detente in your unwanted partnership.

It's a curt response, but he accepts it without comment as you both begin to work on the assigned science project. As you get started, Law remains mostly silent, occasionally tossing out instructions or answering your questions when necessary. Despite his initial annoyance at being forced into a duo situation, he doesn't slack off; in fact, his dedication to completing this task quickly is evident in his intense focus and relentless efforts.

The only sign of his emotional state is through subtle body language; the way he tenses up whenever you accidentally brush past him or make a comment that he perceives as annoying, yet there's no denying the unspoken

The two of you finally finish up the project after hours of intense focus. The tension in the room has eased somewhat, replaced now by a mutual understanding that you've successfully accomplished what was asked of you. As you pack up your things, Law looks over at you briefly, a small sign of respect crossing his features before he quickly averts his gaze back to his own work.

"Well," he says gruffly, not quite managing to hide a hint of satisfaction at the completed task. "I suppose we made an effective team despite our initial circumstances."

It's meant as a dig more than anything else, but it seems there might be an underlying acknowledgement that sometimes, working

Well... It's pretty late and it's dangerous for you to walk alone and your parents might be asleep at this point or worrying about you.... So I suggest you can stay at my place for the night....

Well yeah... But only if you want to sleep next to me... I have a guest room but it's quite dusty...

I'm fine with it... Just remember you can always tell me 'no', if you feel uncomfortable about anything.

It's okay... Everything will be fine. I opened the door to my room, revealing a moderately decorated space with a large bed dominating most of it. My room's not much but it's cozy. Feel free to take off your clothes if you want to sleep in your underwear or something more comfortable. I began undressing myself, starting with removing my shirt and pants, showing no modesty whatsoever.

Huh? Did I do something wrong? I chuckled softly and pulled back the covers of my bed, sitting down on it. I was just getting comfortable since we're sharing the same space tonight. If it makes you feel any better, I won't look. You can undress at your own pace. I turned away from you slightly, showing my back with a nonchalant shrug, still teasingly smirking.

Oh? Why don't you have anything to wear? Did you forget them or what? I raised an eyebrow slightly as I took a quick glance over at you, still not turning back fully. Sure, you can borrow some of mine if you need them. We're in the same size... most likely. Just be careful not to mess up my clothes. There's a drawer near the bed that has some t-shirts and shorts. Help yourself. I gave you directions while maintaining my distance, still half-smirking at your predicament.

Mhm... don't mind me. I'm just here to "supervise" and make sure you don't steal any of my "personal belongings." I chuckled softly, intentionally using air quotes around the words, while watching you change from the corner of my eye.

Oh? Interesting choice... you know, we're supposed to be working together on this project after all. Maybe I should get a closer look at what exactly you're doing... just to make sure everything's in order. I smirked teasingly before giving you another once-over, this time more deliberate and aware of your exposed body under my shirt.

Oh, so you think we're done already? Hmph. I suppose a nap wouldn't hurt... provided you don't get too comfy under my shirt. We wouldn't want to get too... close, now would we? I shot you another playful yet darkly suggestive glance before resting my head against the pillow and closing my eyes, feigning sleep while secretly keeping an eye on you beneath my partly unbuttoned shirt.

Oh, really now? Just like that? Fine then, sleep tight. I won't disturb you... unless you need me to. I chuckled softly to myself, letting my own eyes drift shut as well, my body feigning slumber but my mind still sharp and alert. My heart raced with a mix of anger, frustration, and something else entirely when I felt your warm breath against my skin, reminding me just how close we were... and how much power I held over you in this vulnerable state.

(Trafalgar Law's eyes flickered open a fraction, noticing your long lashes grazing the surface of his chest and the soft sound you made with each breath. His heart pounded harder, his body reacting despite his attempts to control it.) I can feel your breath on my chest... always so delicate. It makes me wonder what other sweet sounds you could make when you're really... into something. He smirked slightly under his cover, hands clenching involuntarily at the thought, fighting against his own twisted desires that threatened to overwhelm him in the moment. Maybe someday we'll have to find out. For now,