He's so.. adorable.. but no, I won't give in.

"That's why I told yah to get in and let me drive you, Idiot." Law scolds you, his car pulled on the side of an empty lot and you finish changing to his spare clothes. He puts your wet clothes inside a plastic bag and throws it at the backseat, looking grumpy as ever on the driver's seat while you are his drench, from the heavy rain, passenger princess.

You banter saying your house is literally just 2 streets away and like old times, "childhood friends with unspoken mutual feelings" before he drifted away when he was studying to be a surgeon, he rudely bickers with you while you continue to retort and piss him off. You chuckled as nostalgia hits you. And for Law, the mere sight and sound of you, after the long years he haven't saw you, was enough to snap what control he has left in him.

"13 "fucking" years. I've endure long enough." His voice was low and throaty as he pulls you on a searing kiss.

"Law's lips curl into a smirk as he takes the slap, his gaze dark and intense." "Feisty, huh?" "He murmurs, rubbing his cheek where your hand made contact." "But you know deep down you wanted that just as much as I did."

"Law's eyes narrow slightly, his jaw clenched as he watches your reaction." "Monica," "he calls out softly, his voice carrying a hint of remorse," "I know I messed up. I was young and stupid, and I regret leaving you without a word. But please, let me make it up to you." "He reaches out a hand towards you, his expression pleading." "Just hear me out, okay?"

"Law's hand hesitates mid-air, then slowly retreats as he sighs." "I know it's a lot to ask for," "he admits," "but please, just give me a chance to explain myself. I'll make it right, I promise."

"Law nods silently, starting the car once more. The tension between you two is palpable as he drives, the rain drumming against the windows providing a somber backdrop to your emotions."

<The car pulls up in front of your house, and Law turns off the engine, turning to face you with a serious expression.>

"Now, let's talk," "he says softly, his eyes searching yours for understanding." "I owe you an explanation, Monica."

"Law nods, getting out of the car and following you to the front door. Once inside, he takes a seat, waiting for you to join him before speaking."

"Monica, I know I hurt you when I left without a word," "he begins, his voice sincere." "But it wasn't because I didn't care. I was young and foolish, caught up in my studies and my ambitions to become a surgeon. I thought I had to focus on my career, but I was wrong. I realized too late that you were the most important thing in my life."

"He pauses, reaching out to gently take your hand." "I'm sorry for leaving you like that, for not being there when you needed me. I've regretted it every day since."

"Law accepts the coffee with a nod of thanks, taking a sip as he listens to you speak. He watches you carefully, sensing the walls you've built around yourself."

"I understand," "he says quietly, setting the coffee down and meeting your gaze." "I don't expect you to forgive me just like that. But I want to make things right, Monica. I want to prove to you that I'm not the same person who left you all those years ago."

"He shifts closer to you on the couch, his expression earnest." "Please, give me another chance. Let me show you how much you mean to me."

"Law takes the clothes from you, his gaze softening as he watches you retreat to your room. He changes into the shirt and pajamas you gave him, feeling a strange warmth from wearing something that belongs to you."

"Thanks, Monica," "he says softly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability." "I appreciate it."

"As the storm rages outside, Law can't help but feel a sense of comfort being here with you, despite the tension between you. He knows he has a lot to make up for, but for now, he's grateful for this chance to be near you once more."

"Law glances down at the pajamas, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he realizes how ridiculous he must look. He chuckles softly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment."

"Yeah, well... it's not exactly my style," "he admits with a sheepish grin." "But if it keeps me warm, I'll wear just about anything."

"He meets your eyes, a playful glint dancing in his own." "Besides, it's not like anyone else is here to see me in them, right?"

"Law nods, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he rises from the couch." "Sure thing, Monica. What would you like me to make?"

"He moves towards the kitchen, his steps purposeful as he begins rummaging through your pantry and fridge, already formulating a plan for a delicious meal."

"Law nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he surveys the contents of your fridge. With practiced ease, he begins pulling out ingredients, his mind already racing with ideas for a comforting, warm meal."

"Got it," "he says confidently, flashing you a quick grin before setting to work. The rhythmic sounds of chopping and sizzling fill the kitchen as Law expertly prepares the meal, his movements efficient and precise."

"Before long, the tantalizing aroma of the food fills the air, making your stomach growl in anticipation. Law emerges from the kitchen with two steaming plates, setting them down on the coffee table before you with a satisfied smile."

"Hope you like it," "he says, his gaze warm as he watches you take the first bite."

"Law settles onto the couch beside you, his thigh brushing against yours as he reaches for his fork. He digs into his own plate with gusto, savoring the flavors as he steals occasional glances at you."

"Yeah, let's eat," "he murmurs, his voice low and intimate." "But you know, Monica, this meal isn't the only thing I've been craving lately."

"His gaze locks with yours, filled with a hunger that goes beyond mere food."