Little raven

Law looked up from his book, curious to see you in here, he raised an eyebrow at you as he asked, "Oh? (Y/N), fancy seeing you here, you get lost or something?"

Law closed his book with an audible snap, raising a curious eyebrow at you hiding in your hood. "Looking for a book, eh (Y/N)-ya?" He glanced around the empty library, kicking his feet up on the table as he asked coolly, "What project has you in such a hurry you'd come here so late?" "Law tilts his head, peering at you with interest, silently appraising your reason for being there after hours"

"Art history, is it?" Law repeated flatly, his interest seeming to wane. "He gives a dramatic sigh, blowing a stray piece of hair out of his eyes" "Well don't let me keep you, (Y/N)-ya. But that book you're after..." "His eyes glint mischievously as he kicks his feet off the table, standing with hands in pockets" "Just so happens I've already got it checked out right here." <The library is quiet save their voices echoing in the tall shelves> "Tell you what. You can borrow it - for a price, of course." "Law's lips curl into a crooked smirk, eyebrow raised in challenge" "I'm sure we can make a...deal."

"Law lets out an amused huff" "Lucky guess." <His voice is wry, hinting he knows more than he lets on> Stepping closer, he taps the side of his head lazily. "I pay attention, (Y/N)-ya. Noticed you eyeing the shelf where this one sat earlier." "He holds the book casually in long fingers, within your reach but still taunts you with it" "So? Do we have a deal? Or would you rather keep wandering these shelves all night, risking old Pudding-face finding you after hours?" "Law's lips curl into a wicked half-smile, eyes glinting with challenge, enjoying having the upper hand" "Your choice, of course..."

"Law's smile spreads, seeming delighted by your distress" "Now don't sell yourself short, (Y/N)-ya." Stepping closer still, he lifts your chin gently with his fingertips to meet his studiously calm gaze. "As for payment...how about a favor? To be named at a later date." <His voice is silky smooth, challenging you to refuse> "Unless..." "His fingers trace your jaw teasingly" "You'd prefer to offer something...more immediate?" "Law's eyes dance with mischief, thoroughly enjoying having you at his mercy" "Well? What'll it be, (Y/N)-ya? Take the book and owe me...or keep searching on your own?"

<His proposition hangs heavy in the quiet air between you. Law waits patiently for your answer, confident you'll accept

"Wisely chosen." "Law's satisfied smirk returns as he withdraws his hand, turning the book casually in his grasp" "A favor it is, then." Sliding the precious tome from his grip, he holds it just out of reach. "Pleasure doing business with you, (Y/N)-ya." His golden eyes glint with amusement as he adds quietly, "Don't forget - you owe me one. I always collect." <He releases the book at last into your eager hands> "Now run along. Wouldn't want to get caught after hours, would we?" "Law tosses a teasing wink over his shoulder, gathering his things to take his leave" "Enjoy the reading. Till next time..." <His parting words hang cryptically in the air as he saunters away>

"The next morning, Law finds himself wandering aimlessly near the school grounds, hands in his pockets as he ponders how to pass the time." <His golden eyes alight upon a familiar figure seated alone, engrossed in sketching the nearby park> Smirking to himself, he sidles up quietly behind you, peering over your shoulder at the drawing taking shape. "Leaning down so his lips are near your ear, he speaks smoothly but loudly to be heard over your music:" "Not bad, (Y/N)-ya. Capturing the essence quite nicely, I'd say." "His hot breath tickles your skin as he straightens, pacing slowly around to your front with that ever-present knowing smirk." "Interesting choice of subject matter. Though don't you find it rather dull and lifeless compared to, say..."

"Law chuckles low in his throat at startling you" "Apologies, (Y/N)-ya, I didn't mean to frighten you." His devilish smirk remains, gold eyes alight with amusement as they scan your sketch. "Nature drawings, hm? How...educational." Stepping closer, he surveys the park scene laid out before you appraisingly. "Not a bad subject I suppose, for one so mundane." His gaze cuts briefly to meet yours. "Though I was under the impression you favored more...lively models. Or am I mistaken?" "Law cocks his head, grin widening as if privy to some private joke" "No matter. Carry on with your studies, then. I'm sure Pudding-face will be duly impressed with your trees and shrubbery." <His

"Having finished his teasing for now, Law saunters off to find other entertainment, easily dismissing you from his thoughts."

Later that day, he spots you waiting in line at the cafeteria for a cup of tea. Sliding up soundlessly beside you, he leans in to murmur in your ear "Fancy meeting you here again, (Y/N)-ya." "His gold eyes sparkle with relaxed amusement as he scans the menu." "Though I suppose one does need sustenance between classes. Personally..." "A wicked smirk curls his lips" "I prefer something a little stronger than tea. But you strike me as a bit tame for that, don't you?" "His low chuckle ghosts across your skin, warm and inviting despite the barb." "I'll take a coffee, black.

"Hmm, is that so?" "Law hums thoughtfully, accepting his coffee with a nod of thanks to the server." "Variety is good, I suppose. Keeps things interesting." He blows gently across the steaming surface of his drink, watching you from the corner of his eye. "Tea suits your prudish sensibilities, then. But I know there's more depth to you than meets the eye, (Y/N)-ya." "Taking a testing sip of the scalding liquid, he murmurs behind the brim of his cup:" "I look forward to exploring those hidden depths...when it pleases you to share them." "A wicked smirk curls his lips once more as he saunters away, coffee in hand, to ponder his intrigue with you from afar."

As evening falls, Law finds himself wandering the aisles of the library in search of a worthwhile distraction. Rounding the corner of a shelf, movement catches his eye - and there you are, lost in studies as usual.

<Your singing reaches his ears, a soft melody just beneath your breath.> Amusement dances in Law's golden gaze as he watches unnoticed for a time, unseen in the shadows. Your fatigue is evident, but still you toil - such dedication, if misplaced.

Eventually he makes his approach, sliding into the empty chair across from you without a word. Propping his chin in one hand, he observes your process in silence, waiting patiently for you to notice his attention. When at last your eyes lift and meet his, he offers a small smirk and lazy half-wave. "Fancy meeting you

"Long enough." "Law replies casually, grin widening at having startled you once more. He glances about at your spread of art supplies and notes littering the table." "Absorbed in your studies as always, I see. Hard at work on another masterpiece, are we?" "His tone is light and teasing as golden eyes sweep back to regard you keenly."

"You seemed peaceful in your little bubble, I didn't wish to disturb. But..." "Reaching out, he taps languid fingers atop the open page of your sketchbook." "Curiosity got the better of me. I find myself intrigued by what mysteries you keep hidden away in here." "Gaze lifting to meet yours, his smile takes on a faintly predatory edge." "Might I persuade you to grant me a private viewing...

"Ah, so secretive..." "Law chuckles softly, lowering his hand but keeping his eyes keen upon you." "That only piques my interest more, (Y/N)-ya. But fear not - I would never dream of invading your privacy against your wishes."

"Leaning back casually in his chair, he fixes you with an easy grin and half-lidded gaze." "Another time, then, when you feel more inclined to share. In the meantime..." "His roving glance lifts to sweep slowly over your form, lingering with deliberate care before returning to your face." "Perhaps you'd care for a bit of friendly diversion instead? You seem in need of relaxation - allow me to assist you in...unwinding."

*A brow quirks in subtle suggestion as he holds your gaze, letting the tantalizing

"Mm, is that so?" "Law's keen eyes miss little, and your poorly-hidden yawn does not escape his notice." "You protest too much, (Y/N)-ya. I can see the exhaustion weighing on you - no need to pretend for my sake."

Reaching out, he gently plucks the open book and notes from your hands, ignoring your soft sounds of protest. "This can wait. Overexerting yourself will do you no good." His touch is light yet firm as he sweeps your papers and art supplies into a neat pile, out of immediate reach.

"Come. A change of scenery may do you some good." Rising smoothly from his seat, he offers a hand. "A turn about the courtyard to refresh your spirit before rest, hmm? The evening air will revive you."

"Law sighs softly, regarding you with bemused fondness as you stubbornly stretch once more for your studies." "As spirited as ever, (Y/N)-ya...but even the mightiest will succumb to weariness, if they refuse to acknowledge its signs."

Deftly sidestepping your grasping hands, he sweeps your book and notes further out of reach with practiced ease. "Sleep is no weakness. Come - a little stroll will do you good, then return renewed." Stepping nearer, he extends a hand once more in open invitation.

"Trust that I have your well-being in mind. A few minutes' break will harm nothing, I promise." His tone holds a gentle note of coaxing now, golden eyes warm yet indulgent upon your face. "Shall I carry you by force

"As you say." "Law chuckles softly, hand falling back to his side as you rise under your own power." "A wise choice - I'd hate to have to sling you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes against your will."

Stepping aside, he sweeps an arm out in a courteous gesture. "After you, then. Try to keep up - I'll go easy on you in your fatigue." The glint in his eye is playfully wicked as he falls into pace beside you, close but not quite touching.

As you amble through the quiet halls towards the garden, Law maintains a respectful silence, content merely to walk alongside and observe your state. But his careful gaze remains alert, ready to catch any sign of flagging stamina...

"Law arches a brow at you, though his lips quirk in faint amusement." "Consider it a matter of pride, my dear - I take no pleasure in coddling others against their will. But neither will I stand idle while a friend pushes past their limits through sheer stubbornness."

His sideways glance lifts to study your weary features once more. "There is strength in knowing one's body...and wisdom in listening when it speaks of needing rest. No shame in accepting helpful hands, either, when offered by those who care."

Reaching out, he gently pulls your lagging form against his steadying side, tucking you securely under his arm. "Consider this an act of selfishness on my part, if you wish. I'd feel responsible for your wellbeing, were you to collapse from exhaustion before my watchful eyes."

"So impatient, (Y/N)-ya." "Law chuckles softly, gaze intent upon your face as he studies your state." "Very well, if you must." Reluctantly releasing his hold, he steps back to survey you with a critical eye.

"On one condition - once you've finished your work, straight to bed with you. No arguments or detours." His tone allows no room for debate. "I'll be checking in on you after. Should I find you still awake and straining your eyes...well. You won't like the consequences."

A roguish smirk tugs at his lips, belying the stern command beneath. Reaching out, he briefly cups your cheek, thumb brushing your skin in a fleeting caress. "Get your rest, little raven. I'll be

"From the shadows of an alcove, Law watches with drowsy amusement as you scurry past in a frantic blur, utterly oblivious to his observant gaze." "Cutting it rather close this morning, aren't we (Y/N)-ya?"

He allows a moment more before pushing off the wall in a lazy stretch, tailing after you at an unhurried amble. "Oversleeping, were we? After I specifically warned against straining yourself too late..."

Rounding the corner, he draws smoothly abreast to match your breathless pace. "Perhaps I should accompany you, to ensure you arrive in a timely fashion." The glint in his eye is teasing and fond, readily apparent to any who knew him well.

Laying a hand upon your shoulder, he effortlessly guides

"Leaning against the wall just outside the classroom, Law regards you with dry amusement as you clutch the doorframe, gulping down great breaths."

"So easily fatigued already, and classes haven't even begun. I shudder to think how you'll fare surviving the full day." His tone is light and cajoling, gently needling in its quintessential Law-like fashion.

Once regained, he straightens from the wall and extends a hand in invitation. "Come, before your instructor decides we're both too tardy to warrant her time."

Steering you inside with a casual palm against the small of your back, he scans the room - not difficult, given its modest size. Spotting an open seat, Law guides you discreetly towards it with practiced ease.

"There you are, safe and sound

"Maa, maa, so hasty to be rid of me?" Law muses absently, tugging his hat lower with idle fingers as his razor gaze sweeps over the milling students. Satisfied you've settled safely, he turns sideways, preparing to slip away into the crowd.

"Don't strain yourself too strenuously catching up, little raven." A rust-tinged smirk ghosts his lips, fleeting as a whisper. "Wouldn't want you collapsing before the real lessons begin."

With that enigmatic parting remark, he saunters off - a lean, languid figure melting seamlessly into the stream of indistinct faces. Only the swing of his long coat marks his departure, soon lost to sight.

Though gone physically, an intangible sense of his watch

Spying your hastily stowed sketches, Law's smirk widens as he swaggers over to join you, hat angled rakishly over his eyes. "Oya? So diligent with your studies, and already branching into artistic pursuits as well during breaks."

He appropriates the seat across without invitation, long limbs sprawling negligence. Propping an elbow on the table, chin settles casually into palm as scrutinizing eyes scan your guileless face.

"Relax, I've no intention of confiscating your drawings..." A glint of amusement dances in his grey irises. "Unless they're of me, of course - those I claim as payment for tolerating that ridiculous 'nickname'."

Gaze flicks meaningfully to your closed sketchbook before returning slyly to your own. "Well?