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Luffy knew it was his fault. He’d been careless, unaware of his surroundings.
It was late at night, perhaps ten or eleven. He was just out on his night stroll. Thriving in the way the chill breeze would ruffle his fur.
Something on the other side of the street had caught his eye. Leading him to so foolishly jump out into the nonexistent traffic, not caring to look either way before doing so. It was late, the small town rarely had cars at this time and Luffy swore he would have heard it, had there been any.
He’d been wrong.
As he jumped out into the streets, the only warning before impact had been the loud and repeating honk of a car. Luffy had startled, eyes coming up to stare wildly at the fast approaching vehicle, stuck in place like a deer in the headlights.
He doesn’t remember much other than the pain that followed. The way he tumbled across the asphalt, air punched out of his lungs. His vision turned black, he hardly noticed the sound of the car door that opened, the string of colorful curses that left the mouth of a stranger, or the way he was lifted ever so gently.
“Stay with me,” had been whispered to him in a panicked voice. Everything following that was unknown to him as he passed out.
…
Luffy woke up once again, painful cry leaving his throat as he tried to stretch, only for it to feel like his entire being was collapsing in on itself.
He opened his eyes, aware that he was still shifted, coal black paws the only thing within his vision.
“Don’t move,” came a voice, so soft and gentle. “You’ll be okay, I promise.” Luffy couldn’t see who it was, didn’t recognize the voice either. A sting of sudden pain made him jolt his leg back towards his body, head flying up to see what had happened, suddenly wide awake.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m just cleaning your wounds.” Luffy’s eyes fell onto the owner of the gentle voice, shocked to see someone so… scary looking.
Perhaps scary wasn’t really the right word. Luffy certainly didn’t feel scared, nor would he be in his human form. He did know that Ace would probably tell him to stay far away from this guy. (Not like he’d actually listen to him.)
He just looked… a bit unfriendly. Heck, his hands had ‘death’ spelled across his finger in bold letters. His eyes had so dark circles, Luffy would assume he hadn’t slept in, at least, three weeks. He was, however, rather attractive at the same time. Had those ‘bad guy’ vibes they always put in cliche romance movies. Actually, if he were to tell Luffy he was a vampire, he wouldn’t doubt him for a second.
Another sting of pain made him yelp out of his thoughts. It was followed by more soft shushing noises.
A cotton ball was gently being dapped against his leg, coming back with specks of blood on it. Luffy took a moment to realize it was him who was bleeding, now remembering clearly the accident.
“The vet is closed, but nothing appears to be fatal or broken. I promise to take you there tomorrow,” said the guy, free hand coming up to very carefully pet his head. Luffy leaned into the contact, purring as his ears were stroked.
He had no idea who this guy was, but it should be fine as long as he stayed in his cat form. Ace and Sabo would both yell at him about stranger danger, but Luffy was fairly sure that didn’t count in this case. He was too numb to consider running either way.
He remained still as this stranger treated his wounds, trying only to focus on the hand stroking his fur. He looked around, trying to figure out if he could get a hint of where he was, but nothing really stood out.
He’d been placed on the kitchen counter, a now bloodied blanket underneath him. The kitchen looked fairly simple, perhaps a bit on the small side. It looked clean, however. Unlike his own kitchen at home that was filled with beer cans and bottles from Zoro, as well as empty food containers that he hadn’t bothered throwing out. The sink at home was also always full of dishes, neither of them caring to clean. It was usually Sanji who came over and summoned his inner mom, nagging them as he cleaned their entire apartment.
His eyes fell back onto the stranger when he moved away. He didn’t look much older than Luffy, perhaps a year or two. Maybe Zoro’s age. Maybe they went to the same college? He hadn’t seen him around, though. But that’s not unlikely, since Luffy preferred spending his time on the field or in the gym. This guy looked a lot more lanky, but it was hard to tell under his baggy hoodie.
"I don't think I have anything to feed you..." he muttered, scowling as he opened the fridge. He scratched the back of his head, seemingly studying the content inside. Luffy had to guess it was probably pretty empty, if he was a college student, that is. Unless, of course, he studied culinary like Sanji.
He sighed in defeat as he shut the fridge and grabbed his phone from the counter next to Luffy.
Nothing too exciting, to say the least. If only Luffy were human right now, he'd be able to eat whatever this guy had lying around. The thought made his stomach grumble, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since his second dinner, which had to have been a few hours ago. He wasn't sure, and there was no clock around to help him figure it out.
The blanket he lied on was suddenly lifted, his body gently held as he was moved. This apartment was pretty small, the living room looked to hardly fit more than four people. He was placed on the couch, on top of a new blanket. This one was a hell lot fuzzier too.
The stranger seemed to eye him nervously, contemplating something. What exactly? Luffy wasn’t sure. He didn’t need to be, however, when the guy spoke again.
“You wont ruin my house if I leave you for a few, will you?” He asked, crouching next to the couch, hand petting his head once again. Luffy would never be able to refuse a good head scratch. “Of course you wont, you’re such a good kitty,” the guy smiled, hand sliding to scratch riiight behind his ear and oh, Luffy would be a good kitty alright. Not only was he an amazing head-scratcher, but his smile, god, his smile.
“Okay, stay here, I’ll get something for you to eat,” he said, hand leaving, making Luffy feel terribly cold. He wish he could reach out and tell him not to go, but it was already too late. Luffy internally sighed when he heard the door close, leaving the apartment completely silent.
He attempted to stand up, but his legs still hurt like shit and it really wasn’t worth it. Even if he shifted back to human, he’d still be in pain and it would only rip off the bandages so perfectly wrapped around his middle and hind legs.
He decided, as exhaustion rattled his brain, that he’d be better off just sleeping. At least until that guy came back with food. He'd most likely buy him cat food. That was fine, but it wasn't his favorite. He much preferred meat, but he doubted he'd be given that option.
Luffy's mind wandered to all the delicious steaks and meat dishes that Sanji would prepare for him. He eventually fell asleep to that thought, drool running down his fuzzy cheek.
…
He didn’t wake before much later. It was starting to get light outside, meaning it was probably nearing 6-7 in the morning. He would have to ask Usopp for notes when he finally got back. He doubted he’d be able to leave and heal before his first class at eleven.
Zoro is probably still asleep, so he wont have to worry about him for another couple hours. I’d be great if he had his phone with him, though. However that was not the case, he couldn’t exactly take it with him in his cat form, therefore it should still be in his room back home.
He decided it wasn’t all that important. As long as Ace and Sabo didn’t figure out he was missing.
Slowly, he attempted to sit up. Legs still in pain, but less than before. He managed to sit, glancing around the apartment. There wasn’t much to see. It was clean, simple and if you asked luffy, quite boring too.
He moved his gaze to the side, where he noticed a bowl of water as well as one with food. Wet food… of course.
He shouldn’t be complaining. Not when this guy was clearly helping him, he didn’t know any better. So with careful movement, as to not further damage his injury, he shuffled himself closer to the bowls, practically inhaling everything, yet his stomach still growled in hunger.
A can of wet food was hardly enough to satisfy the black hole in his stomach, but there wasn’t much to be done about it. Especially not when the guy wasn’t even in sight. He missed Sanji the most at times like these.
Speaking of, where was that stranger even? Probably asleep. He must not have wanted to wake him up when he got back. Luffy almost feels bad for the guy. He already looked exhausted, and then he’d sent him to buy food for him at midnight.
A yawn startled him out of his thoughts, and he turned around to see the very cause of his spacing out. And holy fucking shit, Luffy wasn’t nearly straight enough for this.
He’d said lanky, right? Yeah, no. This guy was fit, not as much as himself, but nicely toned. That wasn’t all, no no, it gets better. His chest was covered in tattoos. Or one big one to be precise. His shoulders and forearms as well. He looked fucking stunning, walking out of his room with messy hair and sweatpants, no shirt.
“You’re up,” he said the moment he noticed Luffy staring, and then he fucking smiled and shit. Luffy was actually going to pass out. Okay, maybe he was overreacting, but this guy was dangerously attractive. Even Luffy, who oftentimes didn’t care of such things as looks, was stunned silent at the sight of this man.
He watched as the guy came closer, crouching in front of him, oh so very close. Both his tattooed hands came up to ruffle his fur, massage his ears and scratching all the way from his head, down his back. Luffy was in heaven.
“You’re such a friendly little kitty, aren’t you,” was cooed, his voice clearly pitched higher. Undoubtedly was this guy quite the animal lover, but Luffy wasn’t complaining. Especially not when kisses were placed all over his face. He couldn’t help the purr that rumbled through his throat, paws clawing at the blanket underneath him.
Luffy was whipped, and he didn’t even know his name yet. He would have to figure out what this guy did for a living, if he went to college, or where he worked. If he was lucky, he’d be able to ask him out on a date. Luck had always been on his side.
The morning went on, Luffy managed to walk, the pain in his legs having subsided to a dull ache. His chest was what really hurt, so he tried not to stretch or jump any more than necessary.
He even managed to get some more food, meowing loudly when the stranger was cooking food for himself on the stove. He only had to act a little bit cute and he could practically see the guy melt.
Eventually he found himself lifted, very gently as well. He was picked up and carried to a car, placed in the front seat on a blanket and everything. Were was he taking him? His question must have shown in his eyes, because the stranger gave him a small smile, ruffling his head, explaining that he was taking him to the vet.
That was fine, Marco worked at the local vet and he’d be able to borrow his phone to text Zoro about his situation.
Now, not many people knew about cat hybrids. It was only a myth, as most of them stayed hidden, disguised perfectly as humans. Only other hybrids knew, and then those closes to them. Marco wasn’t one himself, but he was engaged to Ace and through him found out about them. Other than him, only Luffy’s closest friends knew. Zoro, obviously, was also a hybrid. The two of them had been friends since forever. Sanji found out when he started dating Zoro, a little slip-up involving a few too many cans of beer.
Either way, Marco knew how Luffy looked in both forms, so he’d for sure help him out.
The car stopped and he was once again lifted, held close and securely as he was brought into the building.
Luck really was on his side. Standing behind the counter was Marco, who instantly perked up when his eyes met Luffy’s.
“What can I do for you?” He asked, eyes scanning him, probably taking in the freshly wrapped bandages around his middle.
“Car accident,” was the short-cut reply and Luffy was slightly taken aback by how different he sounded, compared to how he’d spoken to him up until now. That soft gentleness was nowhere to be found.
“Got yourself in trouble again, eh, Luffy?” Asked Marco, reaching out to scratch his head. “Can I ask your name, sir?”
“Trafalgar Law… do you know this cat?” Asked the stranger, tightening his grip ever so slightly, almost possessively. It was nice to finally have a name to his face, this would make Luffy’s search for him easier as well. Nami would most certainly be able to find his social media, if he had any.
“Yep, he’s a real troublemaker,” chuckled Marco, hand retracting when Luffy playfully swatted at it.
“So he’s got an owner?” Asked Law, almost sullenly. It was hard to tell, him being a lot less expressive than he was earlier.
“Ah no, Luffy’s his own. Thank you for bringing him here, mind if I take a look?” Marco asked, reacting forwards in order to take him from Law. He seemed hesitant to hand him over, almost like he didn’t want to let go. Eventually he did, letting Marco take over.
“Give me your number and I’ll text you when you can pick him up again, yeah?”
And that’s how Luffy ended up sitting in one of the operation rooms, towel around his private parts as he’d shifted back to human.
“Don’t tell Ace about this,” Luffy warned, accepting the phone Marco handed him.
“What, about you nearly getting yourself killed? You should be more careful running about at night, you’re nearly impossible to see in the dark,” Marco replied, unimpressed.
“I got distracted. Nothing happened, just some bruises is all! No need to cause a murder by telling Ace,” Luffy grumbled, typing in Zoro’s number on the phone. If anything, he’d have to tell him, lest Zoro go out trying to find him, only to get lost… again.
“What’re you gonna do now?” asked Marco, sitting down on the weird little chair they always have in places like these.
“Eh? I’m gonna tell Zoro what happened,” replied Luffy, not really understanding the question.
“No, I mean: what are you going to do when that guy comes to pick you up again? He seemed to have taken quite the liking to you,” Marco said, coy smile on his face like he was enjoying this. It definitely was quite the dilemma. He’d feel bad just running off now, when he’d helped and fed him. But staying and becoming a house cat wasn’t exactly an option either. As much as he’d like waking up to the sight of that divine tatted body every morning, he sadly had responsibilities.
“Hm, probably gonna stay the rest of the day, then scurry off once I feel like it,” Luffy shrugged, he hadn’t really decided what to do yet.
“Alright, I gotta get back to work. Just leave my phone on the table once you’re done,” Marco replied, getting up to leave. Luffy thanked him once more, before calling Zoro’s number.
It was several long seconds before he picked up, a very tired “what?” being grumbled into the receiver.
“Hi Zoro!” He replied cheerfully, chuckling at the loud groan he retrieved.
“What do you want? Why are you calling me, can’t you just come in here?” He asked, yawning loudly. His voice sounded roughed up.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m not home, cause I got hit by a car last night and some hot guy took me home and treated me. I’m at the vet right now,” Luffy explained, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
“Fuck sakes, Luffy. Are you okay?” Zoro grumbled, sounding even more tired than before.
“Mhm! Marco lend me his phone. Nothings broken, just bruised. I’m probably gonna be home tonight or tomorrow,” he relied, considering his options. Maybe If he stayed a little longer, he’d be able to figure out some more about Law. That way, he would know where to find him.
“Alright, don’t get yourself killed. Ace will have my head,” Zoro sighed, and Luffy could practically see him rubbing his face in his mind.
“I wont!” He replied, saying his goodbye before hanging up. He put the phone down, jumping down from the table and onto the floor, shifting back into a cat once again. It wasn’t very convenient to walk around naked, after all.
He decided to nap in the morning sun coming in through the large front windows, resting in one of the waiting room chairs. He wasn’t sure when Law would be back, Marco told him he’d gone to class, which must mean he went to college then. That was good news. One of his friends had to know who he is then. Maybe Robin, since she’s a teacher and all.
The door chimed, and Luffy lazily opened his eyes. It must have been a little over two hours, he didn’t really know, but he definitely needed that nap. He felt a lot better, having been able to rest. Either that, or the painkillers Marco had given him were finally working.
Law walked in through the glass door, and Luffy instantly jumped unto the floor, walking over to rub against his legs. He was picked up and greeted with a small smile, as Law carried him over to the desk.
Marco filled him in on the details, handing over some extra painkillers, should he need them. When Law reached for his wallet, Marco stopped him, telling him not to worry about it. Law seemed skeptical at first, but eventually thanked him.
He was once again settled into the front seat, but Law didn’t drive right away. He simply slumped his head against the steering wheel, letting out a shaky sigh.
Well, that was… something. Had something happened? He didn’t even sound relieved, more so just really fucking tired. Luffy let out a meow, trying to get his attention. Law turned his head on the steering wheel and looked at him, a sad smile on his face.
“God, you’re so cute,” he murmured, reaching a hand out to stroke Luffy’s head. He leaned into the touch, purring once that hand started scratching. It took a couple moments of head pats to finally get Law to start the car. It seemed all he needed was to recharge. From what exactly? Luffy had yet to figure.
He remained by Law’s side for the entire weekend, far longer than he intended. It wasn’t like anything exciting had happened. Law didn’t even go out to party, which Luffy had done, had he not been super busy napping in Law’s lap.
Instead of partying, Law spend all weekend buried in books. Luffy had a hard time understanding how that was entertaining, whatsoever. But then again, he’d spend all weekend just watching Law reading, so honestly it’d be a bit hypocritical of him to judge.
Listen. Law’s lap was just really fucking comfortable, okay? He had long legs, and when crossed, they made the perfect little nest to curl up in. Not to mention how he somehow knew all Luffy’s favorite spots to scratch. Absentmindedly doing so, while still focused on his books.
Luffy found out that Law was studying anatomy, so his major was either art or a doctor of some kind. At least, that’s the only thing he could think of. But what kind of doctor had ‘death’ tattooed to both their hands? A fucking cool one did.
But well, everything has an end, and sadly Luffy had to get to class on Monday. He scratched on the front door to be let out, and Law did so reluctantly. He seemed upset that Luffy was leaving. It almost made him reconsider, but he knew he had to. He would just come back again later.
So Luffy made his way home, quickly noticing where he was, once outside. He traveled all over the city most nights, after all. There was just something freeing about it, and being able to run his energy dry before bed made for amazing sleep. 10/10, would recommend.
Zoro let him in when he scratched their apartment door, instantly knowing it was him. He shifted back the moment the door closed behind him, Zoro hardly phased by his nakedness. He’d gotten used to it by now, and it wasn’t like Luffy hadn’t seen him naked plenty of times as well.
“Where have you been?” Asked Zoro, clearly curious, despite his nonchalant tone saying otherwise.
“At Law’s apartment. The hot guy that hit me with his car,” Luffy answered, instantly raiding their fridge, still butt-naked. He’d had to live off of wet food and whatever he managed to steal off Law’s plate all weekend. The guy hardly eats anything, so Luffy was damn near starved.
“Does he know you’re human?” Asked Zoro, lifting an eyebrow. He didn’t seem to put it past Luffy to overshare that bit of information.
“No, I stayed shifted,” he explained, stuffing leftover hotwings into his mouth. Seems like Sanji’s been over while Luffy was out. It wouldn’t even be a surprise if he was still here, asleep in Zoro’s bed.
“That’s kinda creepy, dude. You’re practically stalking him,” Zoro replied, although he didn’t really seem to give a fuck whether it was creepy or not. Simply snatching a beer out of the fridge door.
“It’s not. He invited me in as a cat, so I stayed there, as a cat,” Luffy reasoned, and Zoro huffed out some form of acknowledgement before walking back towards his own room. Luffy heard quiet mumbles through the door, letting him know Sanji was, indeed, still here.
He grabbed another few containers from the fridge and made it back to his room. Getting dressed for class in an hour. Maybe Law would be there, than he could finally ask him out, and hang at his house in a non-creepy way.
…
Law sighed as he made it out of class, after two terribly long and boring hours of stuff he already knew. Seriously, maybe he should be the teacher next time, hurry shit along already.
He was still upset about Luffy's departure this morning. By the time he picked him up from the vet, he might have already decided to adopt him. Luffy had stayed with him for the entire weekend, cuddling up to him and being simply adorable in every way. He'd never encountered a stray cat who was so nice and friendly before, and he’d hoped they'd struck up a friendship. That appeared to be entirely one-sided.
Oh well. It’s not like god would ever allow him happiness. What now? Coffee sounded like a plan. Some good, overly expensive coffee, that he really couldn’t afford, but who cares?
He was just waiting for Penguin and Shachi to come out, the two of them having stayed behind to ask the teacher a question about their assignment. Law was scrolling through his phone, looking at shitty memes on social media, when someone approached him, yelling loudly while waving excitedly. Law hadn’t replied, completely sure whoever that was, was not here for him.
He had been wrong.
“Torao!” The boy said, whatever the fuck that meant. Some slang he didn’t know of? Law wasn’t nearly social enough to follow up on all that shit. He simply stared at the boy, taking in his stupidly (most definitely not adorable,) wide smile. The slight freckles on his face, his large brown eyes. Was that a scar? That’s pretty cool.
“You’re Torao, right?” He asked, beaming with light so bright, it almost hurt to look at him. Law squinted, both in confusing and in order to save himself from going blind.
“I think you got the wrong person,” he replied, because he sure as fuck did not know anyone named ‘Torao,’ much less himself.
“No, Torao Law! That’s your name,” continued the kid, as if he was completely confident that he was right.
“My name is Trafalgar Law, not whatever the fuck you just said,” he grumbled, already tired of this entire conversation. At first glance the boy had been cute, attractive even. But he was already giving Law a headache, so there was no reason for him to stick around for wherever this was going.
If only Shachi and Penguin would hurry the fuck up already. Their question had probably been unimportant, the only reason they stayed behind was to talk to their ‘hot female teacher.’ their words, not his.
They probably wouldn’t mind if he went on ahead, he would just text them to let them know he’d left first.
“Wha? Hey! You can’t just walk away!” The boy yelled in disbelief. He heard the sound of sandals, flip-flops perhaps, slap on the sidewalk behind him. What kind of idiot would wear flip-flops to class in fucking early spring. Law had three shirts on and he was still freezing to death.
He promptly ignored the guy and kept on walking. Neither interested in socializing nor whatever he might have approached him for.
“My name is Luffy!” He greeted, which what the fuck? Who in their right mind would name their child Luffy? But also, what a weird fucking coincidence. A cat named Luffy is one thing. Rather cute even, which fitted the black feline perfectly. But a person?
Law shook the thought out of his head, it wasn’t important what this guys name was. He wasn’t interested in conversing with him any further.
A displeased grumble could be heard from beside him, from where Luffy had unceremoniously stomped up to him. He didn’t even bother returning the very obvious stare, maybe if he kept walking, this guy would get tired eventually.
“You’re kind of an asshole,” said Luffy, said person that was forcing himself into Law’s personal space, despite clear rejection. Not like those words were any new to him. It was either asshole, or a slur.
“Don’t you even wanna know what I have to say?” He continued, clearly stubborn as a mule. He didn’t reward him with a reply, didn’t even blink twice.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna say it anyway.” Gee what a shocker. “I wanted to know if you wanted to go out to, I don’t know, get coffee or something? Maybe we could study together! What’s your major?”
Law internally sighed. So that was why. This kid was probably failing his classes and walked up to the first ‘smart-looking person’ he saw. Just cause Law had a 4.0 gpa, it did not mean he enjoyed tutoring stupid kids, all because they’re too busy partying instead of actually getting their shit done.
“Not interested,” Law finally replied, it seemed silent treatment didn’t work.
“What, why not?” Asked Luffy, as if he didn’t just give Law plenty of reasons as to why not.
However, before Law got to reply, some guy called out Luffy’s name, causing him to excuse himself and tell Law, very reassuringly, that he wouldn’t give up yet.
He could only let out a sigh of relief when he was once again alone.
For like 5 entire seconds before two new headaches approached him.
“No way, cap’n, didn’t know you and Luffy were friends!” Explained Shachi, eyes wide in what Law assumed to be surprise and excitement. Fucking of course they had to know who Luffy was.
“We are not.” He answered, finality in his tone. He started walking once more, knowing the two of them would follow him either way.
“You gotta introduce us to him! Luffy is like: the most popular guy on campus. He could get us invited to all the best parties!” Shachi explained, completely ignoring Law’s attempt at shutting down the conversation.
Fucking great. Luffy was popular. If he told his friends how much of an ‘asshole’ Law had been, then surely someone would come bothering him. Law just wanted his medical degree, for crying out loud. He didn’t need drama in his life and he sure as fuck did not need to get involved with a bunch of dudebros, or whatever they’re called nowadays.
“What is this; some kind of high school romcom? Why do you even wanna go to those shitty parties? A majority ends in noise complaints or with you passed out drunk in a bush somewhere,” Law grumbled, letting his displeasure be known. He sure as fuck did not want to approach Luffy ever again, especially not to introduce his friends.
“You wouldn’t even know that! You’re always holed up in your tiny apartment, studying stuff you already know,” Penguin joined in, while Shachi booed at him from his other side.
“I am not.” He huffed, offended at the mere implication.
“Right… then what did you do this weekend?” Asked Shachi, tone judging.
“I’ll have you know that I am on a scholarship that requires my gpa to be at or above 3.8,” Law replied, picking up his speed in irritation. He did not need, nor did he desire, to change his lifestyle. Parties aren’t for everyone, especially not Law, who prefers peaceful and quiet environments.
“Right, if your gpa could go any further than 4.0, it would have already. You can take a day off, trust me, it wont kill you,” Penguin shot back, elbowing him in the side. Law shot him a glare and pushed him back, not nearly enough force to topple him over, but enough to send him staggering.
“I like staying at home. Even so, Luffy and I are not friends. Nor will we ever be.” And with that, he ignored any further questions.
…
Luffy scratched at Law’s door some time around 8pm that same day. And so he’d continued to do day after day. Every time Law would open the door for him and greet him, then they’d cuddle, Law would tell him about his day. He’d come to figure out just how much Law hates people and hates socializing.
With every passing day, he’d also get to hear about himself. Why? Well, as promised, Luffy did come back again after that first time they met. He would try to ask Law out, talk to him and tell him about all that he couldn’t, when he was shifted.
Law kept rejecting him, refused his offer of friendship and hardly ever replied or said anything in return of Luffy’s rambling. He kept a strict and stern voice, uninterested in anything he’d say.
And if honest, Luffy would long since have given up on even trying. Law had turned him down so many times, that even Luffy knew better than to keep trying.
He would have given up, had he not known that Law actually liked having him around. Of course, he’d never said so to his face, in fact quite the opposite. But whenever Luffy would come scratch at his door, Law would let him in and talk about how he’d once again been followed by ‘that annoying kid’ as he so liked to put it. But despite that, he told of how he’d waited for him, even told Penguin and Shachi to leave without him, just so he’d have Luffy to himself.
Well, something along those lines, anyway. It might have been closer to how he didn’t want to get bullied and teased by his best friends, if they ever found out Law hung out with Luffy so often. But well, Luffy had always been good at reading people, and he could hear from the way Law spoke of him, that he was, if slowly, warming up to him.
He had yet to accept a single one of Luffy’s dates. He’d tried everything. From studying to coffee, bowling, arcades, library trips, movies, restaurants, everything. He’d tried everything. But Law refused him all the same.
Luffy had never had this much trouble befriending someone.
“No.” Was Law’s stern reply when Luffy once again offered they go get coffee together. He couldn’t help but pout, nothing worked. He knew that Law enjoyed coffee, especially the overly expensive shit they sold in cafes.
Hell, he’d never seen a human being consume that much caffeine and live to tell about it. It was the only thing he drank, so why wouldn’t he accept his date offer?
“But why not?” Luffy finally asked, having had enough of thinking already. He just wanted coffee, it’s not like he was asking Law to strip in front of him. He knew that Law liked having him around, to some degree, anyway. So he didn’t see how sitting in a cafe would be any different from Luffy following him around everywhere.
“I have no reason to accept,” Law replied, voice still so stern and guarded. Luffy just wanted to spend time with him.
“You could do it for me,” he muttered, more so to himself. Law simply scoffed, picking up his pace in what was likely an attempt to get away from him. One he knew very well wouldn’t work.
“Just go find someone else, already. Why are you so keen on it being me?” Law asked, seemingly already accepting that this conversation was not over, just because he picked up his pace.
“What do you mean? I like you, why would I pick anyone else?” Luffy claimed, frown on his face. Law sometimes said weird stuff like that, didn’t he know that’s not how feelings work?
“Plenty other people would be willing to help you out, you’re just wasting your time following me around,” he snapped, making Luffy even more confused.
“Help out? With what?” He asked, voicing his thoughts out loud.
“Studying. There’s plenty tutors willing to help you,” he replied, steps so quick, Luffy had to jog to keep up with him. Why would Luffy need a tutor? He might not be the smartest, but he didn’t have any problems with class. In fact, he got pretty high scores in biology and math.
“I don’t need help studying,” Luffy replied, confused as to where that idea even came from. Law seemed to slow down at that, turning to give Luffy a look, eyes scanning his face as if looking for something.
“Then why the fuck are you always following me around?” He finally asked, seemingly as confused as Luffy felt. It was hard to make out emotions on Law’s face, but the way a single brow raised, told him that they were both puzzled.
“I’m trying to ask you out, I thought I made that pretty clear,” Luffy answered, tilting his head as he tried to figure out where such a misunderstanding could possibly come from.
“You actually want to go out with me?” Law asked, disbelief in his tone. Luffy nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Why?” he drawled, both of them standing completely still by now. This might’ve been the longest Law had ever looked at him, when he wasn’t shifted, that is.
“I told you already. I like you,” Luffy said, trying to figure out if Law was actually more of an idiot than he’d thought at first. How could someone so smart, be so stupid. He’d literally told him that he’s interested in him countless times.
“Why?” Repeated Law and surely he had to be an idiot if he didn’t even know that much.
“You’re cool, smart, attractive. I want to get to know you better,” he replied, which wasn’t a lie. Obviously he left out the fact that he’d been hanging out at his place for more than two weeks now. He already knew a lot about Law, that’s why he wanted to be able to hang out with him as a human as well, so he’d actually be able to talk to him, and, you know, make him fall in love.
“You’re wasting your time,” huffed Law, turning away once again and beginning his stride away from Luffy. Not like that would actually change anything, Luffy followed right along, just as he always would.
“That’s for me to decide,” he replied, crossing his arms as he came back up to walk beside him.
“You’re really annoying, I hope you know that,” Law answered, but something in his tone had changed and Luffy suddenly felt hopeful. “Fine then. We can get coffee, but you’re paying for it.” Luffy let out a cheer and instantly dragged Law along to the closest cafe he knew of.
“You wont regret it,” Luffy said excitedly. He finally got a step further in his plan, now he just had to make Law love every second of it.
“I hope not,” came the defeated sigh, Luffy could only chuckle in response.
…
Law’s not sure what demon possessed him to go along with this, but here they were, sitting at a two person table in the corner of a cafe.
Luffy had done nothing but annoy him for two entire weeks, and now he was here, drinking coffee… on a date. Who would’ve thought. Well, maybe if he was lucky enough, Luffy would finally leave him alone now that he managed to get what he wanted. There’s no way he would actually want to stay with Law after this, that was for sure. It must’ve been a pride thing. Little Mr. popular kid couldn’t bear getting rejected.
Well, so he’d thought anyway. But Luffy seemed to really enjoy himself. Like he was actually having fun in Law’s company. Which is absolutely absurd, considering he’d done nothing but ignore him for weeks. The only times he did say something was to reject or insult him. So what the fuck?
Did Luffy just like assholes that treated him like shit? Perhaps some weird kink. Law didn’t really want to think about that, though. It would make him far too awkward. Okay, he might already be really fucking awkward, but it’d only make it worse.
“So I swung at him!” Luffy exclaimed, talking animately, arm nearly tipping over his cup of hot chocolate when he tried to show Law, in detail, how he broke someones nose. It was honestly a bit impressive. “Should’ve known better than to insult my friends!” Laughed Luffy, stopped mid ramble to take a sip, before continuing on his story.
Law had hardly contributed to the conversation at all, only nodded once in a while. Luffy didn’t seem to mind at all, though. How he could talk so much and not worry about being annoying was beyond Law. Maybe Luffy just didn’t care about that kind of stuff, maybe he just liked talking and Law just so happened to be around for it.
Perhaps his charming smile was getting to him. He found that he wasn’t all that annoyed with Luffy’s obnoxious personality. In fact, he decided to drink slower, if only to stay a little while longer. Something he’d never done before.
Law didn’t date. He had one-nightstands, sure, but dating wasn’t something he did. So what about Luffy made him reconsider that? Well, not that it really mattered. Luffy was more than likely to leave him alone now that he got his way. He couldn’t let himself enjoy this moment too much, couldn’t let himself think stupid thoughts like: how cute Luffy’s smile was. How endearing it was that he was swinging his legs under the table. Not even how pretty he looked, those big, bright eyes and soft-looking, unruly hair. No, he shouldn’t think like that.
Eventually his cup was empty, Luffy’s second hot chocolate long gone, as well. That would mean this little date of theirs was officially over, didn’t it?
How did you even politely end a date, without coming up with an excuse? Should he just lie and say he had something to do at home? Maybe Luffy didn’t want the date to end yet, what would he do in that case? Should he just wait and see what Luffy does? That seems counterproductive and very unlike himself. Why should he wait for Luffy? What did he want?
…what did he want?
Did he really want this date to end yet? It was likely the last one he got to have, at least with Luffy. Well, probably forever, if he was being honest with himself. He’d probably not go on another date unless he was pressured, like he’d been this time around.
The idea of this being the last time he would see Luffy left a sour taste on his tongue. He didn’t want this to end. God, that was first step to getting your feelings hurt, Trafalgar. Get up now before it’s too late.
He decided to make the first move, getting up from his chair. What he didn’t expect was Luffy getting up with him, not even pausing in his rambling.
“Where are we going now?” He asked, and honestly, Law would like to know that as well. He was planning to go home.
“I have to feed my cat,” he excused, lamely. Knowing fully well his cat never showed up before later at night. Luffy tilted his head, a weird look on his face that Law didn’t really know what meant.
“That can wait, we should go ice skating, or something,” Luffy said as he reached for Law’s sleeve, trying to drag him like he’d done earlier. Luffy was terrifyingly strong too, but Law managed to stand in place, needing a moment to overthink.
If he went with Luffy now, it was likely that he’d only get more attached. But really, when would he ever get a chance like this again? Maybe he should just enjoy himself and then suffer the heartbreak afterwards.
It’s not like he was in love with the fool or anything. It would sting a bit, but he’d get over it. So he might as well enjoy himself for once and then go back to his normal life afterwards. His sad and boring life, as Shachi and Penguin so liked to call it. It wasn’t boring, okay? He had Luffy. The cat, not the person. He didn’t need anyone else.
Fuck, whatever. He’ll let himself loose for once.
“Why not?” He shrugged in reply, and Luffy cheered loudly, getting the attention from every person who’d been enjoying their coffee in peace. Law hated having eyes on him, so he quickly dragged Luffy out of the cafe, before letting himself be dragged to said ice rink, for some ice skating… god, how cliche.
“Your voice is really nice, you should talk more,” Luffy commented off-handedly. Law wasn’t sure what to respond to that, he’d never been complimented on his voice of all things.
“I talk when I want to,” he replied sharply. Luffy had the audacity to just laugh in response, as if what he’d said was some funny joke.
“Then I’ll make you want to talk more,” Luffy replied cheerfully. Law lifted an eyebrow at that, he hadn’t expected such a reply. That was such a weird thing to say, he couldn’t help but think. Luffy had some weird fucking logic.
“Is that a threat?” He asked, curious as to what lied behind those words. As to what made Luffy think in such a peculiar way. Law found himself more interested than anything.
“It’s a challenge,” Luffy giggled, pulling him along to god knows where. Luffy had said there was an ice rink nearby, but they’d been walking for 15 minutes already. Law found that he really didn’t understand the ways of Luffy’s brain. Whether that was a good or bad thing, he had yet to decide.
Another ten minutes, and he was led to what was indeed an ice skating rink. It was fairly empty, four or five people on the ice, another few looking from the side. Luffy got them both skates, paid for Law’s even though he hadn’t asked him to. Not like he was complaining, it was the least he could do after making him walk for so long.
The moment Law stepped onto the ice, he came upon the realization that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Luffy seemed to find that awfully hilarious, the way he was snickering at Law, as he took yet another wobbly step forward.
“You should’ve told me you sucked,” Luffy giggled, and Law was very close to turning around and leaving. Something, perhaps that annoyingly cute smile, made him stay. Although Law would never admit that, he wasn’t a sap.
“And you call me the asshole,” Law grumbled under his breath, reaching for the railing before he could fall onto his ass.
“I can help you!” Said Luffy, ignoring Law’s insult that he most definitely heard.
“I don’t need your help,” snapped Law. He was embarrassed enough as it was. Didn’t need to be seen holding onto Luffy like a lifeline.
Not like that mattered to Luffy, it seemed. Because he grabbed Law’s arm nonetheless, and practically dragged him away from the sweet sweet railing.
“Just follow my lead,” he told Law, looking up at him with a huge smile and okay, so that’s what this was about. Luffy had brought him here to kill him, that made sense. Easy way to get rid of someone you realized you weren’t all that interested in. Take them to the ice rink and made them fall and crack their skull open. Duly noted.
However, he refused to go down alone. Clinging onto Luffy’s arm like it was the only thing keeping him upright. (Which it most likely was, in hindsight.)
Luffy seemed awfully thrilled by that. Laughing excitedly as he pulled Law along like a rag doll. The first hot seconds were terrifying, and he might have, although he’d refuse it if ever mentioned, screamed a bit.
“This is fun!” Cheered Luffy, hand coming up to grab Law’s waist before spinning them in circles. Luffy was unfairly talented, meanwhile Law was unsteady as a newborn giraffe.
“I’m going to die,” Law complained, knuckles turned white, the way they gripped tightly onto Luffy’s biceps. Very impressive biceps that he had no time to be impressed by as Luffy did yet another spin that nearly threw Law off balance, but he was caught in strong arms once again.
“Don’t be dramatic, you’re doing so well!” Was Luffy’s not-so encouraging reply. Law just wanted to be back home, in the safety and warmth of his own personal space and not all up inside Luffy’s. He was practically hugging him, which felt disgustingly nice and comforting. Luffy hadn’t let him fall once, even though it’d been a close call countless times already.
Eventually he managed to get a hang of the basics. Managed to keep upright, but he didn’t let go of Luffy quite yet. He found he liked holding him close, as dangerous a thought that was. Yeah, this would definitely sting.
“You’re getting pretty good at this,” commented Luffy, noting how Law was able to stand up straight for the first time. “A shame, I rather liked having you hang onto me,” he said, a smirk playing on his face. Law knew better than to think of that as anything more than mindless flirting. Luffy was just teasing him, it meant nothing else.
“Asshole,” he grumbled, earning him another joyous laugh. Fuck, that laugh. There was something terribly addicting about it. It was obnoxious, annoying, yet sweet, boyish and free. Like Luffy didn’t have a care in the world and all those many smiles were damn contagious too. Law couldn’t help to tug on his lips seeing Luffy laugh so freely.
“Guess it’ll take more than that,” he replied, making Law lift an eyebrow in question. What was that supposed to mean? He didn’t get to ask, not before he was dipped down, skates sliding out from underneath him. He closed his eyes before he could hit the ice, but instead, he was caught in two steady arms.
“Careful,” laughed Luffy, as if he hadn’t been the one to trip him. Law opened his eyes to glare back at him, trying to ignore the heat flowing to his cheeks, when he noticed just how close their faces were. Shitty cliche romcom situation. Law hated every second of it. he did not ask for this.
“You’re a dick,” snapped Law, trying to get back up, but failing to steady himself, making him fall right back into those same arms once more. Luffy gave him a terribly coy smile.
“You are what you eat,” he said, and no, Law did not blush. Because that joke was overused, outdated and not fucking funny. It never had been. He huffed, this time successfully getting back on his feet. He completely ignored Luffy’s shitty joke as he skated to the other side of the rink, pretending not to hear the loud laughter that followed him.
“Aww, don’t be shy on me now. Where is that strict asshole that I know and love?” Luffy was really starting to get on his nerves now. Did he have to flirt with him this much? Didn’t he have better things to do? Like do whatever popular college kids did. Get high in the dorms or whatever. Law didn’t know, wasn’t interested in the least.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” he snapped, and Luffy just smiled. God, he didn’t know if he wanted to smack or kiss that stupid face of his.
“There you are! C’mon, the fun only just begun!” Luffy dragged him by the sleeve, to no little protest from Law’s side. They spent about 45 minutes skating around, Luffy showing off a majority of the time. Who’d thought such an idiot could be so good at something like ice skating. Come on now, wasn’t that supposed to be a graceful sport? So unlike Luffy’s clumsy and obnoxious personality.
Law hated to admit that he actually had fun. Admit it to himself, he’d never let Luffy know.
“You’re pretty cool when you let loose a little!” Giggled Luffy as they were making their way back on campus. Law’s car was still parked there, and Luffy had insisted to walk back with him. Maybe he lived in the dorms, Law didn’t even know, but that would make a lot of sense. Why else would he go through the trouble of walking all the way back?
“Uhuh, whatever you say,” answered Law, ignoring the dread in his stomach that grew with every step. Once this date ended, he might never see Luffy again. After all, he hadn’t even asked for his number. Law pretended not to care, he was just not used to the attention and it was messing with his head. It’s not like he actually cared about Luffy, it could have been anyone, really. Well, probably not anyone, Law quite despised most people, but you know.
They’d gotten to his car now, and Law was unsure whether to just get in and leave, should he say something? “It was nice” over his dead body.
Luffy didn’t seem to have the same worries as Law, though. In fact, he simply wore a smile on his face as he asked:
“Can I kiss you?” Making Law freeze completely. What the fuck? What was the point of that if this was their last date? Did he simply think Law was that easy? Did a kiss count as easy? Doing all this for a kiss would be something you’d do in middle school, not fucking college.
“Why the fuck?” He asked, not hiding his confusion nor distaste in the least. That didn’t seem to bother Luffy at all, though. His smile didn’t falter for a second.
“I wanna kiss you, can I?” He asked again, as if Law simply hadn’t heard him.
“You’re not supposed to kiss people at the end of dates, unless you plan on going on another one, Luffy-ya,” grumbled Law, not even surprised that he had to explain such common sense. Luffy tilted his head in confusion, and Law sighed, “you’re leading them on,” he added. But Luffy still didn’t seem to get it at all.
“I know that,” he said, as if Law was the stupid one of them. “That’s why I wanna kiss you.”
“To lead me on?” Asked Law, unimpressed. Luffy shook his head with a small chuckle.
“You’re kinda really stupid, sometimes,” he said fondly, once again getting on Law’s nerves. What the actual fuck did that mean? “I wanna kiss you, cause I wanna take you out on another date, and another one after that!” Said Luffy cheerfully.
Law might have blushed, or it might have been the cold breeze making his cheeks red. But needless to say, he definitely felt something at those words. He wanted to smack Luffy. Preferably on the mouth, with his own mouth. But those are lesser details for now.
“Why?” He asked instead, because it was quite honestly hard to believe.
“Cause I like you! I thought that was pretty obvious by now,” said Luffy, once again in that tone that mocked him. He wasn’t even sure if Luffy was aware of it.
“Yeah, but why?” Law had done nothing but be an asshole. How the fuck did Luffy find any appeal in that at all? Was this one of those shitty pranks? Truth or dare? A good old play of ‘she’s all that?’
Law sure as fuck hoped not. He might not be a doctor yet, but he knew how to castrate a bitch.
“You’re really an idiot, Torao! I don’t need a reason to like you!” Luffy was laughing at him. Again, mocking him. Law was not fucking dumb, he was being realistic. Luffy had to be blind, or high, delusional even to find any appeal in him, whatsoever.
“You’re not very good at flirting,” he said, because honestly, he had nothing better to say. Luffy’s logic was simply beyond his understanding.
“I wasn’t flirting,” answered Luffy, completely serious like the dense little shit he is. Law was so annoyed at this point, he grabbed Luffy’s shirt, tugged him in and kissed him, hard. Luffy gasped first with shock, then delight, kissing him back, hands coming up to tug Law closer by the hips.
“Go fuck yourself,” he finally said, flipping him off before getting into his car.
“I will be thinking of you while I do,” answered Luffy cheekily, and Law slammed the door shut in anger, (definitely not embarrassment) and drove away.
He let his head hit the steering wheel when he finally parked outside his apartment complex. A deep sigh left him. He wasn’t used to socializing, that had taken a lot out of him. Luffy drained him at the same time that he lit a whole new light inside of him. This was stupid.
Trafalgar Law, falling in love.
…
Luffy hadn’t gone to Law’s place that night, he’d completely forgotten to.
Hell, the moment he got home, he face planted his pillow and screeched into it like some kind of teenage girl. Who’d thought Law could be so damn attractive? Luffy had been nervously rambling the entire time, said stupid stuff that even he cringed at.
It was fine. He’d finally managed to get Law to go on a date with him. He even got a kiss, a really fucking nice one at that.
He just had to play his cards correctly and then… at some point… tell him about his shifting.
Fuck. He really hadn’t thought about that.
What the fuck should he say? “Hey, I just want you to know that I have been freakishly stalking you in the form of a cat for two entire weeks, I hope you don’t mind.” Yeah… no. Maybe not that one. He could always just shift in front of him and make Law piece it together himself, and then based on his reaction, he’ll decide whether or not he’ll immediately knock him out in hope of him forgetting. When he wakes up, Luffy could always say I’d been a dream and then live on with his secret forever.
It didn’t matter for now, he just had to keep doing his best to woo Law. Then maybe if they got close enough, it’ll be something they can laugh about instead. Knowing Law, that likely wouldn’t happen.
Okay, so he’s a little bit screwed. But that’s okay, he’ll work it out. It’s all gonna be just fine.
So he thought, at least.
…
He’d gone to Law’s place in the morning, in hopes of making up for him forgetting to last night. Neither of them had classes today, so they could simply just chill. Or whatever Law liked to call his hour long study sessions. Luffy liked to call them lap time and nap time, because that’s what he did during those sessions.
He’d been greeted with a relieved smile, Law instantly picking him up by the door and carrying him back inside. Luffy always loved being carried around, but he was too distracted to even think about that right now.
Law didn’t look well. His permanent eye-bags had tripled in size, he looked pale and his body was feverishly hot from where it held onto him. A cold, maybe? Luffy should have asked if he was too cold yesterday, what with how he’d fallen onto the ice so many times. They could’ve just gotten out of the rink if Law was freezing, why hadn’t he said anything?
Luffy couldn’t even ask, and he doubted meowing would be enough.
He was put down on the couch, Law spooning him close to that all too high body temperature. Luffy tended to run hot himself, but this was a bit extreme.
Law simply hummed contently into his fur, and Luffy let him. This wasn’t much unlike every other time he showed up. Law was surprisingly cuddly, not that Luffy would ever complain. It was adorable, really. He couldn’t wait to be able to spoon him as a human. Then he could finally hug him back, too.
They laid like that for a while. He’d fallen asleep at some point, feeling indescribably content in Law’s arms. It was like sleeping in a ray of sunlight, streaming in through the curtains. Luffy felt the way bread must do inside the toaster. Nice, snug and warm.
A pain-filled mewl brought him back to reality. Law hugged him a little closer, but that didn’t seem to help in the least. Another few sounds of clear discomfort left Law before he finally got up, leaving Luffy on the couch by himself.
Concern filled him when Law started walking toward his kitchen, his steps not much unlike that of a drunk person. He seemed to lean heavily against the doorframe, before he disappeared out of view. Luffy got up and followed after him, worried seeing him so weak.
Law was slouched against the counter as he reached up for the box of medicine he kept in the cupboards. Luffy had no idea what half the stuff was, only recognizing a couple different types of painkillers. Law popped out two pills, swallowing them down without a drop of water.
Luffy got really concerned when Law then proceeded to slide down onto the floor, eyes distant and empty as he wobbled a little further before falling sideways, passed out.
In a panic, he shifted, quickly picking Law up and carrying him to his bedroom. That would be hard to explain, but he could always blame it on a fever dream. Gaslight Law into believing he’d simply never left his bed at all.
He gently put him down on the mattress, grimacing when he looked down to see his fully naked body. Fucking great, if only his clothes would shift with him. It was fine, Law wouldn’t notice if one of his shirts were missing… right?
Right.
…
Fucking anguish is what he felt as he came to. His head was throbbing, his body felt soaked in cold sweat and so heavy at the same time. He didn’t even feel like opening his eyes, he couldn’t be bothered.
He has no idea when he passed out, but he knows that he managed to take some cold medicine before hand, so it should be fine to just rest for now. In his bed, so nice and soft and cozy and wait a fucking minute.
His eyes shot open, only to confirm that he was, in fact, in his bed. He does not remember getting into bed. If anything, he’s pretty sure he passed out in the kitchen, his memory stopped there, after all. That was weird, had he blacked out? From a cold? That seemed unlikely.
Law reluctantly got up on heavy feet, legs fighting to keep him upright. Something wasn’t adding up and it left him nauseous for a whole different reason. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but it never hurt to check.
And for once, his paranoia was right. Because in his living room stood a figure, and not one of a cat, no. Law didn’t know whether he should be grateful or even more alarmed when said figure was awfully familiar.
“What the fuck,” was all he managed to say as his eyes followed none other than Luffy, the human, as he walked frantically around his living room. It seems he hadn’t noticed him until now, the way his body froze, as if that would make him disappear from sight.
“It’s not what you think-“ was the first thing Luffy said, panic so very obvious in his voice and on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” He asked, although it wasn’t much of a question, more so a threat. It didn’t matter what Luffy said now, nothing could excuse this.
“I can explain!” Cried Luffy, face so terrified Law almost pitied him. But boy was he angry.
“I never told you where I live! Are you stalking me?” Law looked around for his phone, getting ready to call the police if necessary. He’d prefer not to, if only Luffy would get the fuck out of his life right this instant.
“I’m not! I wasn’t, I promise! Please, let me explain,” wailed Luffy, and was that an actual tear? Is this some kind of manipulative mind game?
“No fucking explanation is good enough to excuse you breaking into my place,” snapped Law, trying to ignore the way his brain rattled whenever he’d raise his voice even in the slightest. He was far too weak to even fight properly, this could be dangerous.
Had he really misjudged Luffy this badly?
And hold on, pause for a second. Is that his shirt?! Looking closer, Luffy seemed to only be wearing his shirt, and underwear. No shoes, no pants, not even socks. What the fuck is going on.
“I need you to promise me you wont freak out,” said Luffy, trying to back away from Law’s visible rage.
“I’m already freaking out, Luffy! So you better hurry up before I call the cops,” he warned, already inching towards the coffee table where he’d abandoned his phone earlier.
“Okay, alright. Fuck.”
What happens next is not quite something Law was confident explaining. Because honestly, he had no idea what exactly happened. Other than the fact that Luffy had shrunk, disappeared right in front of him.
And on the floor, in the heap of Law’s shirt, sat a black cat. Not just any cat, but Luffy. The stray he’d taken in as his own for two weeks.
He had to be hallucinating. What exactly was in that cold medicine?
Law was stunned speechless, he needed to lie down. The closest thing he got was to sit on the floor, flabbergasted.
This was a dream, there was simply no way. It was not humanely possible- he pinched himself, once, twice, thrice. It fucking stung. No way, this wasn’t real. Law has seen some fucked up shit, but this is where he draws the line. He simply refuses to believe it.
He gasped, shocked, when the cat turned back, human Luffy now on the floor, naked. Law didn’t have time to appreciate that fact, though. He couldn’t speak, mouth agape in shock as his eyes met Luffy’s worried ones.
“I swear I was gonna tell you! It was just difficult- and, I know I broke your trust, but technically it’s not stalking if you invited me in every time, right?” Luffy seemed so uncharacteristically nervous.
Law took a deep breath, inhaling some much needed air into his lungs. He shut his mouth and bit nervously onto his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing together. There had to be a scientific explanation to this. A hybrid race? He refused to believe it was magic.
“Law,” begged Luffy, making him meet his eyes once more.
“I didn’t invite you in. I invited the cat, thinking it was, you know, an actual fucking cat!” Law was still angry, despite his brain being filled with a million questions and then some.
“I know, I’m sorry! I just really liked hanging out with you!” Luffy wailed once more, he didn’t seem to be lying. Too bad that wasn’t enough.
“I let you into my life, let you roam my apartment, fed you with my own money! Hell, you’ve even seen me naked!” He seethed, practically steaming with anger.
“Uhuh,” answered Luffy, eyes roaming down his body. The fucker!
“You’re unbelievable!” Snapped Law, making Luffy look back up. All this time, all this fucking time. Law didn’t know whether he wanted to scream or cry. Not just the cat, but this Luffy as well. He’d allowed himself to open up, for once in his fucking life and that trust was broken, stabbed right through his back.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner! But ‘the cat’ is just as much me as ‘this’,” Luffy gestured to his own body, his still very naked body, might one add. “I know I should have told you, but we aren’t exactly allowed to tell people, and I didn’t want you to kick me out,” he explained, and while that did make sense, Law didn’t feel any less angry.
Was it really all anger, though? He felt hurt and betrayed. It just really fucking sucked. He didn’t want this, he hadn’t asked for this. Fuck. For once in god knows how long, he’d allowed someone new into his life, and for once, he’d actually felt something. Luffy had made him feel something.
And now he couldn’t trust him.
It really fucking sucked.
“Please leave,” he said, although reluctantly. Why? It should feel nice to kick Luffy out of his life after all this. But… he didn’t really want him to go. Or well, he wanted to be alone to think, but knew that kicking him out now would mean forever.
It wasn’t fair. He should have known It was too good to be true. Should know that god would never let him have anything. He knew that, and yet he foolishly let his feelings get the better of him.
“Can’t we talk it out? I really didn’t mean to deceive you!” Luffy begged. But did it really matter if they talked it out? What would it change? If he lied about all this, was he really worth keeping around?
Hell, Law understood if he’d stayed the first day, considering he was injured. But he kept coming back, pretended to be something he’s not. Or is, but isn’t? What even is he? Law’s mind was still filled with so many questions, he couldn’t really comprehend this situation at all.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Sit.” He ordered, pointing at the couch. Luffy’s eyes seemed to brighten at that and he happily obeyed. Law picked his shirt and underwear off the floor, and tossed it in Luffy’s direction. Believe it or not, but it’s pretty hard to concentrate when the person you’re speaking to has their dick out.
Law went back to his room and took a moment to collect himself. He really wanted to scream, but knew better. Instead, he sat down on his bed and buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath.
This is no time to panic. He needed to think.
Use that brain of yours, Trafalgar.
Luffy had lied to him, yes. Deceived and continued to deceive him for two weeks. On the other hand, he was right, Law would have kicked him out. But that didn’t make it okay.
Luffy had made him feel somewhat happy in these two weeks. Both as a human, and a cat. He’d been anticipating his arrival every day. Had waited in front of his classroom for Luffy to find him, then later at home for him to come scratch on his door. I’d made his days feel just a little more accomplished.
He liked having Luffy around. Liked having him ramble about his day, although he pretended not to listen. Liked his happy smiles and the way he’d so easily slipped into Law’s life. But then again, It made sense. Because Law had held out his heart as he spoke to his cat, telling it everything and more. So obviously Luffy would have known just how much he’d talked about him.
Which was not only terrifying, but embarrassing as well. He’d thought he’d been talking to a normal cat, one of which probably didn’t even understand what he was saying. But instead, he’d been feeding Luffy’s ego all along. What a fucking joke.
He was so soft and fluffy, though. God, napping with his face buried in that black fur was heaven on earth. He really didn’t want to give that up. In fact, he really didn’t want to lose Luffy at all.
He knew it would be hard to trust him again, but maybe they could work this out. Maybe he should give Luffy a chance after all.
So what if Luffy was waving a red flag in his face, Law wasn’t exactly all that perfect either.
This all felt like he was part of some story. Nothing but amusement and entertainment for a bunch of people with no social life. Well, tell the author that they fucking suck, because this is not funny and it’s downright evil.
Law sighed. He needed to make a decision, and soon.
To give Luffy another chance or to kick him out and find another stray? a real one this time. Shit. He felt like he was about to make a very bad decision. But fuck it, his life sucked anyway. Only way to go is up at this point.
And up he went, out his room and back to where Luffy was patiently sitting, leg tripping nervously.
A relieved sigh left him when he saw Law approach.
“I have decided to give you a chance,” he started, seeing the life come back to Luffy’s eyes. He really hoped this decision wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass.
“For real?!” Asked Luffy, excitement and relief in his voice. Law nodded and Luffy smiled brightly, a happy cheer followed by a far too tight hug. One of which Law quickly pushed out of.
“I’m gonna need you to go slow. I’m still mad at you,” he warned, and Luffy pouted, but nodded regardless.
“Can I cuddle you if I turn?” He asked, and Law sighed deeply.
“First I’ll need to know just what exactly you are,” said Law, because quite honestly, he was almost suffocating on the amount of questions he had.
Luffy agreed, answering every single one of the questions, even the weird ones. There were a lot of weird ones.
At the end of the day, Law had almost completely forgotten about his anger. Maybe it was Luffy’s stupidly cute smile, or maybe just because he let Law examine him for hours. Either way, that didn’t really matter.
He kept his guard up, but as time passed, his walls were slowly torn apart. Apparently Luffy just had that effect on people.
So if Law fell in love despite it all, then that wasn’t anyones business but his own.