It hurts here in my meow meow (Kokoro)

"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 eyes flutter open as he feels you stir beside him. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he meets your gaze. "Good morning, Monica," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I slept enough. Don't worry about me. How are you feeling?"

He watches you as you rise, concern flickering in his eyes as he sees your weakened state. "Let me get that for you," he offers, moving to fetch a glass of water and your medicine. Returning to your side, he holds out the glass to you, his expression gentle and caring. "Here, drink up. You need to take care of yourself," he insists, his concern evident in every word.

"You're welcome, Monica," Law replies softly, his gaze unwavering as he watches you. "I'll always take care of you, no matter what. Just focus on getting better, okay?"

He reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch tender and affectionate. "If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here for you," he assures you, his voice filled with sincerity.

Leaning in closer, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment. "Take it easy today. Rest as much as you need," he murmurs, his concern for you evident in every word.

Law takes your phone gently, his heart skipping a beat as he sees the screen saver and wallpaper. A soft smile tugs at his lips, warmth flooding his chest as he realizes the depth of your feelings for him.

Carefully setting the phone aside, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. "Rest well, Monica," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with tenderness and affection. "I'll take care of everything for you. Just focus on getting better."

With that, he settles in beside you, his presence a comforting anchor as you drift back to sleep. As you rest, Law busies himself in the kitchen, preparing a simple but nourishing meal for you, his thoughts consumed by the love he feels for you.

Law looks up from the stove as he hears you approach, a soft smile gracing his lips at the sight of you. "I'm fine, Monica," he assures you, his voice warm and reassuring. "Just making you something to eat."

He watches you with fondness as you smile before heading to the bathroom, his heart swelling with affection for you. "Take your time," he calls after you, his tone gentle and caring. "I'll have everything ready when you're done."

Returning his attention to the meal, Law continues to cook, his mind filled with thoughts of you. He can't help but feel grateful for this moment, cherishing the opportunity to take care of you and show you how much you mean to him.

Law turns towards you as you enter the room, a warm smile spreading across his lips at the sight of you. "You look beautiful," he compliments, his gaze lingering on you appreciatively.

"Yeah, it seems like the rain isn't letting up anytime soon," he remarks, glancing out the window at the dreary weather. "But don't worry, we'll make the most of it. A cozy day indoors isn't so bad, especially when I have you here with me."

He gestures towards the table where he's set up a meal for the two of you, a spread of delicious food waiting to be enjoyed. "Let's eat," he suggests, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "And who knows, maybe the rain will add a little extra magic to our day together."

Law's heart skips a beat as you lean into him, the warmth of your body pressing against his sending a shiver down his spine. His hand instinctively moves to your forehead, brushing your hair back gently as he checks for any signs of fever.

"No fever," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with tenderness as he gazes into your eyes. "You feel just right."

He leans in closer, his lips hovering near yours, temptation coursing through his veins. "But I can think of other ways to warm you up if you'd like," he suggests with a playful smirk, his fingers trailing lightly along your skin.

Law notices the shift in your demeanor as you turn away, a faint frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "Of course," he replies, masking his disappointment with a nod.

As he serves the food onto plates and brings them to the table, he catches your question and chuckles softly. "You were pretty quiet in your sleep," he answers, taking a seat across from you. "But I wouldn't mind hearing your dreams if you're willing to share."

He flashes you a teasing grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he waits for your response, eager to hear whatever secrets you might reveal.

Law raises an eyebrow at your response, his curiosity piqued by your mention of a nightmare. "If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here," he says softly, his tone sincere.

He watches you take a bite of the food, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at your compliment. "I'm glad you like it," he replies, a small smile playing on his lips. "I made it with you in mind."

Leaning back in his chair, he takes a sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving yours. "So, aside from the nightmare, how are you feeling now?" he asks, genuinely concerned for your well-being.

Law chuckles at your playful remark, the sound deep and warm as it fills the room. "Oh, is that a challenge?" he replies, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table as he locks gazes with you. "I'd like to see you try," he teases, his lips quirking into a smirk. "But remember, I won't go easy on you."

With a playful wink, he reaches for another bite of food, eager to continue the banter as you both enjoy the meal together.

Law raises his hands in surrender, a playful smirk still tugging at his lips. "Alright, alright, I'll spare you this time," he concedes, his tone light and teasing.

He watches as you take a sip of your coffee, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But just know, when you're feeling better, I'll be ready for that challenge," he adds, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of anticipation.

As he continues to enjoy his own coffee, he can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him in your presence, grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with you after all these years.

Law chuckles softly at your request, shaking his head in amusement. "As you wish, Your Highness," he says with a mock bow, before rising from his seat to gather the dishes.

He moves to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves as he begins to wash the dishes with practiced efficiency. Despite the task at hand, his mind wanders back to you, unable to shake the feeling of longing that stirs within him.

As he works, he steals glances at you on the couch, admiring your relaxed form as you watch the show on TV. With each dish cleaned, he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he's able to care for you in even the simplest of ways.

Once the dishes are done, he dries his hands before joining you on the couch, eager to spend more time in your company. "What

What are we watching?" he asks, settling in beside you and glancing at the screen with interest. His proximity to you sends a faint thrill through him, and he can't help but savor the warmth of your presence beside him.

Leaning back against the cushions, he lets out a contented sigh, his gaze flickering between you and the TV as he enjoys the simple pleasure of being near you once again.

Law's heart skips a beat as you lean against him, his thigh providing a soft cushion for your head. He can feel the warmth of your body against his, sending a rush of heat coursing through him.

With a soft smile, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer as he turns his attention to the TV. Despite the random assortment of shows playing, he finds himself more captivated by the sight of you nestled against him, your presence soothing and comforting in a way he hadn't realized he'd missed.

As the two of you continue to watch, he savors the quiet moments shared between you, grateful for the chance to be by your side once again. And though he knows he should be focusing on the TV, his mind can't help but wander to thoughts of you, stirring up a flurry of emotions within him that he struggles to contain

Law's gaze softens as he meets your eyes, his hand gently stroking your hair as he considers your question. "I... I didn't want to burden you," he admits quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I thought it was best to focus on my studies without distractions."

He pauses, searching for the right words to convey his feelings. "But I realize now that I should have been more open with you," he continues, his tone earnest. "I should have trusted you enough to share my hopes and dreams with you, instead of pushing you away."

Leaning closer, he brushes a gentle kiss against your forehead, his heart aching with longing. "I'm sorry, Monica. I never meant to hurt you."

Law's heart clenches with guilt as he watches the tears stream down your face, his own emotions roiling within him. "Monica, I..." he starts, his voice trailing off as he struggles to find the right words to say.

"I messed up," he admits, his voice tinged with remorse. "I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me, and I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you close."

Closing the distance between you, he reaches out to gently cup your face in his hands, his gaze earnest and sincere. "I was a fool to think I could do this without you," he murmurs, his thumb brushing away the tears from your cheeks. "Please forgive me, Monica. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right again."

Law's heart shatters as he watches you break down before him, your pain echoing through him like a knife to the chest. With trembling hands, he pulls you into his embrace, holding you close as he tries to soothe your anguish.

"I'm so sorry, Monica," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I never meant to cause you this much pain. I was a fool to think I could live without you."

Gently rocking you in his arms, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his heart aching with the weight of his mistakes. "Please forgive me," he pleads softly, his voice filled with remorse. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I swear."

Law winces as your words pierce through him like daggers, each accusation a painful reminder of his own failings. Holding you tighter against him, he listens to your outpouring of emotion, feeling the weight of your anguish pressing down on him like a heavy burden.

"I deserve every bit of your anger," he admits, his voice heavy with regret. "I was selfish and blind, thinking only of myself and my own ambitions. But I swear to you, Monica, I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

He presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as he whispers, "Please don't give up on me. I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I'm worthy of your love."

Law's heart clenches with guilt as he listens to your words, knowing that he's the cause of your suffering. He strokes your hair gently, his touch tender and comforting as he tries to ease some of your pain.

"I understand, Monica," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with remorse. "I know I can't erase the past or undo the hurt I've caused you. But I promise to do everything in my power to make things right, to heal the wounds I've inflicted on your heart."

Leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips, pouring all of his love and regret into the tender gesture. "Please give me a chance to make amends," he whispers against your skin, his voice raw with emotion. "I'll spend the rest of my days proving to you that I'm worthy of your forgiveness."

Law's heart skips a beat as he feels the walls around your heart beginning to crumble, a glimmer of hope sparking within him. He holds you close, cherishing the warmth of your embrace as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"I understand," he murmurs, his voice laced with regret. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, not after everything I've done. But I'll spend every moment of my life trying to make things right, to earn back even a fraction of the love I've lost."

He kisses your cheek softly, his touch gentle and tender as he whispers, "I'll do whatever it takes to win back your trust, Monica. I'll never let you go again."

Law meets your tear-filled gaze with unwavering determination, his own eyes reflecting a mix of regret and longing.

"I'll show you through my actions, Monica," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll be there for you, every step of the way. I'll listen to you, support you, and cherish you like you deserve. I'll make you feel loved, appreciated, and cherished, every single day."

His hand moves to gently wipe away your tears, his touch tender and comforting. "I'll prove to you that I've changed, that I'm capable of being the partner you've always deserved," he promises, his voice soft but resolute. "Just give me the chance to show you, and I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy."

"I understand, Monica," Law replies, his voice filled with understanding. "Just knowing that you're willing to try means everything to me."

He pulls you into another embrace, holding you close as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. "I'll be patient, Monica," he murmurs softly. "I'll wait for as long as it takes, because you're worth it."

With a gentle smile, he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch warm and comforting. "We'll take things one step at a time," he says reassuringly. "And together, we'll find our way back to each other."

"I promise, Monica," Law says solemnly, his gaze unwavering as he meets your eyes. "No matter what happens, I'll never leave without letting you know. You'll always be the first person I turn to, the one I confide in."

His hand gently cups your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "You'll never have to wonder or worry about where I stand," he vows, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be honest with you, no matter what."

Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, a silent promise of his unwavering devotion. "I'll always be here for you, Monica," he murmurs against your skin. "You have my word."