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“Law, can you hand me the end of those streamers?” Keeping bunches of the strands in one hand while the other keeps you balanced on the ladder, you look down at the boy expectantly. “Sure. What are you doing anyway?” He climbs up a step to hand you the ends. “Well, you know those tents you use when you go camping?” “I’ve seen them on TV, yes.” Sticking your tongue out slightly, you attach the ends carefully, each streamer with its own hook around the metal circle attached to the roof. “You need to go camping… Anyway, I’m going to make it spin around and there’l

You curl up in the corner of the room with a pillow, the side of your face planted on the cushion as you scroll through social media and images, ignoring the constant notifications at the top of your screen and the occasional calls that take up the entirety of it. It guilts you to know how much you’re sulking despite the situation ultimately being your fault. The twisting feeling increases, and you can’t take it anymore. When the next call comes in, which doesn’t take very long, you click the green accept button and bring the phone to your ear. You sit up more, letting the back of your head lean in the corner. ‘Hello

You groan as the two males continue pestering you. Slouching even further into your couch, you tilt your head back and hit it against the cushion. “I know, I’ll get to it!” The entire day at school, you tried to both avoid and communicate with Law, and you ended up barely conversing with him throughout the day. You’ve found when you’re around him, words always slip up and your mind grows fuzzy with happiness. You feel like an idiot around him, and you spent the day with Kid and Killer, the latter two trying desperately to give some kind of advice and encouragement. “You can’t avoid him forever,R

A cold hand cups your arm and shakes you slightly, the action informing you it’s time to wake. You groan in defiance, finding too much enjoyment in rest. You’re shaken a few more times before he says something. “(Y/N)-ya, get up lazy ass.” “Shaddup you productive ass,” you retort sleepily, rolling so your back faces him. Law sighs and strips the cover off the bed, dropping it onto the floor, leaving you to shiver. “No,” you moan, missing the warmth. “Get up, breakfast is ready.” At that, you shoot up and stare intently at the boy. “What’s for breakfast?” He loo

Your body refuses to ge t up, finding too much comfort in your bed that always seems to drag you in, with or without your approval. Though, you can’t blame it too much for your laziness. You snuggle closer into the comforter, humming in delight, ignoring the pain in your stomach. Irritation rushes in when your phone starts vibrating against your nightstand and a loud ringtone starts playing, persistent in annoying you. “What?” you groan into your pillow, as if your phone would tell you if you asked. Reaching out blindly, you eventually find the rectangular device and unplug it with a sharp tug. The caller ID states ‘

“Law! Help me get the ingredients. Can you grab the milk, eggs, and butter from the fridge?” you ask, scrolling down a recipe on your phone. He feels it misplaced to be making cookies after spilling his guts and a liter of tears, but it somehow lightens the mood in a comfortable way. “Fine.” He opens the fridge and sighs heavily, and you can just feel the disappointment radiating from it. “You’re an unkempt idiot, you know that?” He fishes through the mass amounts of random and unorganised food for the items he needs. “Yeah, I know. Alright, mix these together,” you instruct, zooming in

The sound and smell of sizzling bacon is the first thing your senses pick up when you wake. Then a striking soreness from falling asleep on the couch. Stretching quickly, you follow the sensational aroma to the kitchen, finding your mother cooking breakfast. A sight you haven’t seen for a long time. “Mom!” you exclaim happily. “What’re you doing here?” She smiles at you. “I figured I could take a little time off or my daughter. I’ve only got a few hours, but it’s better than nothing!” You nod. “Definitely. So what changed your mind in the first place?” “Well,

A wide grin of pure happiness spreads on your lips. “Now! Let’s go! Tell whoever you need to. We’re going to have fun, whether you like it or not!” ___ You grasp his wrist and start off, pulling him along. He follows lazily, stumbling every little while. After a short time of being dragged down the sidewalk, he reclaims his wrist with a sharp tug. “I can walk by myself, you know,” he mutters, rubbing his wrist. “Sorry,” you apologise before exclaiming, “Let’s go!” Walking by you, head tilted towards the ground, Law murmurs something incoherent and barely audible. You questio

Disclaimer and Warnings: Characters other than you and your family do not belong to me, they were created and are under the ownership of Eiichiro Oda. The plot is mine. _______ You stare out the window as small town landscape slowly shows more and more signs of population until it’s transformed into a bustling city, structures reaching so high they seem to reach the puffy, white clouds that block the sun every so often. Out of the corner of her eye, your mother catches your watchful eyes, excitingly scanning the city. She smiles softly before returning her full attention on the loud traffic in front of her. Finally, you arrive to the

The sun blankets your face in a slight warmth as your unconscious state slowly fades to wake. Grumbling, you check the clock, only to find it’s much too early to do anything. At least on a Saturday. 7:21 on a weekend, who’s even up? Unfortunately, you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep no matter how much you try, so you grab your phone to waste time. On the homescreen, a notification. 6:49: Law: I doubt you’re up yet, but tell me whatever useless thing I have to do with you whenever you get up. “6:49? You’ve gotta be kidding me, who even gets up that early?” you mutter as you rub the sleep