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zosin-ya · 1 month ago

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10 - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ?

summary: This day should have been special, with you and Law celebrating your academic milestone together with friends and family. Yet, Laws private and closed off personality shots back at him, causing you to break down.

tags.: Law x Reader, Modern AU, Laws parents, Drama Mama (i love drama), n.sfw, mirror sex, Laws ex being back

a.n.: I'm basing the ceremony off the European (or my countries) medicine degree, since that's the only thing I am familiar with. I rewrote the last part so many times, hope you enjoy ;; ♡

>>[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]<<

After Yuki’s little stunt, you and Law decided to play it cool. Letting her believe her plan had failed was more satisfying than giving her the reaction she wanted. You figured ignoring her attention-seeking behavior was for the best. There were more important things to focus on, like getting through the first half of university and preparing for the upcoming white coat ceremony.

While the ceremony was a big deal to you, a sign that you were officially moving from pre-clinical studies to clinical work, Law couldn’t care less. In his eyes, it was just another way for the university to inflate egos. Sure, it meant hands-on experience in the hospital, but exams weren’t going anywhere, and that white coat was just for show.

Considering that Law was aiming to be a cardiac surgeon, the coat didn't mean much to him. He wouldn’t have to deal with the coat—or much small talk with patients, either. His grin widened slightly at the thought of working in the OR, his patients unconscious while he was hands deep in their bodies.

You caught his expression as he lounged back on your couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, with an almost crooked grin of his.

“What you thinking about?” you asked, glancing at him in the mirror while fixing your hair. A towel was still wrapped around you from your shower.

His eyes flicked lazily toward you, the grin still playing on his lips. “Nothin’.”

“Mhm, sure,” you said, unconvinced. “Anyway, aren’t you going to get ready? Maybe shave?”

“Don’t like my beard?” he teased, a smirk still there as he rubbed over the faint stubble on his cheeks.

“With those dark circles, you’re starting to look like a junkie. Go on, hop to it.”

He sighed dramatically, and gave in. “Yes, ma’am.” Dragging himself off the couch, he brushed past you on his way to the bathroom, clearly not in a hurry.

Even though neither of you had made anything official, Law had started leaving a few things at your place—spare clothes, his shampoo, a razor, toothbrush. It was clear you were more than just casually dating now, but neither of you felt the need to define it. Things just were.

As you joined him in the bathroom and slipped into your underwear dropping the towel, he leaned over the sink, applying shaving cream to his face.

“Any of your people coming?” he asked, washing his hands before starting on the shaving.

You hummed and clipped your bra closed at the back “Just Bonney and Nami, how about you?”

He let out a long-suffering sigh, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Unfortunately, yes. My parents and Rosi.”

“You don’t want them to come?”

He paused, staring at his reflection for a second before dragging the razor across his jawline carefully. “They’ll just... make it a thing.” He grimaced slightly, wondering if they would have been just as proud if he didn't pursue medicine. He knew Rosinante would, but he wasn't too sure about his parents..

"Well," you said with a smile, "it's kind of a big deal."

"For you, maybe." He smirked at your reflection in the mirror. "I'm just here for the surgeries."

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Fine, fine. But you’re still shaving, so I win this round.”

“Only because I don't want to look like a 'junkie,’” he muttered, wiping his face with a towel and checking in the mirror again if he did a proper job. He let his fingers run over his face, while you watched him with a little smile, taking in how handsome he was. Even with that rough stubble he just removed, your heart still skipped a beat whenever you admired him.

You stepped closer and pressed a gentle kiss on his neck. Law watched you through the mirror, a faint grin tugging on the corners of his lips. As much as he liked the sweet moment, he couldn’t help but tease you. His hand sneakily found its way to your rear, suddenly grabbing your ass cheek and making you gasp in surprise.

Before you could protest, he walked you against the glass door of your shower. You pressed your hands against his chest, knowing well where this was heading. “Law, we don’t have time,” you protested, a chuckle leaving your lips as he started to dip his head down to your throat, peppering it with gentle kisses.

Your breath caught at his touch, each kiss sending a shiver down your spine. His hand still cupped your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin as he murmured, “Who cares…” against your neck. The shower door pressed cold against your back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Law’s body.

“I do,” you insisted, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way his proximity was making your heart race. “I still have to get dressed.”

At this point you really questioned if Law was actually in the mood or wanting to waste precious time.

It was probably both.

Law chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours where your hands were placed in protest. “Do you?” he challenged, his tone dripping with playful arrogance. Without giving you a chance to respond, he skillfully snapped your bra open, the straps slipping off your shoulders and the fabric dangling loosely over your breasts.

You gasped, more in surprise than objection, and couldn't help but laugh at his antics. “I just put that on, Law,” you exclaimed, trying to cover yourself with your arms while you kept one hand on him, gentle pushing him off. But it was no use. You could tell by his smirk that he wouldn’t let you go.

“Never heard of a quickie?” Law teased, stepping even closer until your bodies were flush against each other. His free hand slid down to your waist, pulling you tighter against him.

“Please explain that to your parents, once we are late,” you retorted, though your resolve was weakening with each passing second. His touch was insistent, his kisses on your throat relentless, and the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—was intoxicating.

“None of their business…” Only a murmur escaped his lips, brushing them against yours now. His breath was hot against your mouth, tempting you to give in. It was getting harder to resist with every second, and you couldn’t deny that you were getting in the mood slowly, the heat in your body radiating to your core.

"…Alright, but make it quick." you sighed with a smile, giving Law the approval he needed to hear from you.

Law stepped back to pull you towards the sink. Facing the mirror, you saw him standing pressed against you, watching your reflection with a thirsty glance.

“Law…here?” you started, but his fingers found the waistband of your panties, hooking under the fabric and tugging them down your legs until they pooled at your ankles. You honestly didn't expect to have a quickie in the bathroom, considering the bedroom was right next to it. Neither did you expect to be watching how he would fuck you.

“Why not?” he mumbled, knowing that you wouldn’t protest anymore and challenging you to do so. He knew how to seduce you, and you cursed yourself for giving in, even pushing yourself against him to feel his hard cock against his jeans. Somehow the mirror in front of you made it more exciting.

Law’s smile was approving once he felt you grind at him. He let his finger run between your folds, making you sigh in satisfaction. There had to be time to get you properly wet before indulging in the quickie. You quickly tossed your bra to the side, giving his free hand more room to play.

He nipped at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck, slowly putting pressure on your clit as he captured your chest with his free hand. The cold air in the bathroom gave you goosebumps, stiffening your nipples which only perked up even more once his skilled fingers pinched them gently.

“Law, please…” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper as you leaned back against him, completely at his mercy. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink as you moved against his fingers, already feeling the heat pooling at your core.

“Please what?” he whispered against your ear, his voice low and soothing. He moved one hand to your hip, guiding you to spread your legs slightly. With his other hand, he continued to massage your clit, his fingers sliding in slow, deliberate circles.

“Stop wasting time, for god’s sake. Fuck me already.” You voice was demanding, which made Law grin at you amused through the mirror. If the time wasn’t short, he’d lecture you not to command him around, letting you know who was in control. But he gave in, just this once.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers worked their magic. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel your body responding eagerly to his touch. Your hips began to move on their own, grinding subtly against his hand and spreading your juice on his fingers.

Law’s grip on your hip tightened, and he shifted behind you, positioning himself. The sticky wetness on his fingers told him he could continue. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, the sound sharp and loud in the quiet bathroom. The rustle of fabric followed as he pushed his jeans and boxers down enough to free his throbbing erection.

You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, your body trembling with anticipation. Law held you steady, his hand returning to your hips as he guided himself inside you, luring a sweet moan out of you.

The initial penetration was slow, almost agonizingly so, as he filled you inch by inch. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, desperate for more. The feeling of being stretched around him was incredible, and you couldn’t help but call out his name.

"Law..." you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation. Your eyes locked with his in the mirror, and you saw the same hunger reflected back at you. The way you arched your back, pressing your ass against his hips in desperation, was just perfect. You wrapped an arm around his neck from behind, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body seep into yours.

Law began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing you both to adjust to the connection. He watched your face closely, not being able to pull his eyes from the sight in front of him. "You’re so beautiful," his voice thick with desire and almost affectionate, contrasting with the rough pace he was picking up.

You cried out his name, not being able to hold onto him anymore as the room filled with the sound of skin clapping, letting yourself fall forward, gripping the ceramic of the sink. Law grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head up, forcing you to look back at the mirror. As he kept moving, he leaned down close to your ear, never separating his eyes from your reflection. "Let me see that pretty face of yours."

You couldn’t properly respond, moans slipping through your lips as you rocked against the sink from his rhythmic thrusts. Your eyes locked with his, now admiring him while he fucked you. His lips were parted, letting out low grunts as his eyebrows furrowed each time he snapped his hips against you. Seeing him like this clouded your mind, causing your thighs to shake in pleasure.

"You like this, don’t you?" he grunted with a grin, grabbing your chin and turning your face away from the mirror, now facing him. With a swift move, he pulled your body up again, causing your back to arch once more. Law had a tight grip on you, as he thrust relentlessly with a pace that made your tits bounce along.

His hands traveled up your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them roughly. You gasped, your back arching even further as he continued to pound into you. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving you breathless. You could feel your orgasm building, your core tightening with each thrust.

"Law, I’m… I’m close," you panted, your voice broke as you tried to keep up with him.

He didn’t respond with words, only a growl of satisfaction as he picked up the pace even more. His fingers dug into your flesh, leaving marks that you would no doubt feel later, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the overwhelming need to come, to let go and surrender to the pleasure he was giving you.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice hoarse with need.

You obeyed, your eyes meeting his as he continued to drive into you. The intensity of his gaze was enough to push you over the edge, and you felt your walls clench around him as you came. You called out his name shamelessly into the room as you body tensed up. Law followed right after, his own climax hitting him hard as he buried himself deep inside you, his low moans echoing off the walls.

For a moment, everything was quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing. Law slowly pulled out of you, causing his load to spill and run down your inner thigh. You collapsed forward, grabbing old of the sink once more to steady yourself. Law leaned above you, kissing your cheek ever so gently, as usual after he ruined you within moments.

You slowly looked up, looking at him through the mirror. You hair was a mess, your cheeks flushed and your breath was going quick.

Law wanted to admire you a bit longer, but suddenly got scolded.

You turned around, slapping his chest and the lecture began. “Great now I have to shower again! You made a mess!” You pointed at your naked body, his cum down your inner leg and dripping on the bathroom tiles. Law could only chuckle as he tucked his dick back into his jeans and closed his belt. “Haven’t looked more beautiful.” He leaned down, cheeky grin on his lips which made you almost melt right at the spot. But you held you stance and rolled your eyes, with a smile cracking your lips.

“Get dressed or I will tell you parents.”

With your last words being said, you stepped aside to shower once more, while Law cozily walked into your bedroom, seemingly satisfied. The ceremony didn’t seem so bad after this.

Law stood in the living room, checking his outfit in front of the mirror. He dragged his shirt on, clearly being uncomfortable in it. The hem hung loosely over his belt, untucked, and he wasn’t going to bother fixing it.

He’d much rather be in his usual jeans and hoodie, but today, there wasn’t much of a choice.

You glanced over at him as you finished getting ready and stepped out. He was adjusting his collar with a half-hearted effort, but his gaze quickly shifted to you.

His eyes swept over your figure, lingering for a moment, before a faint smile tugged at his lips. To him, you were stunning no matter what. But seeing you all dressed up, made his heart skip a beat. You looked stunning, it almost took his breath away. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

While he was silently appreciating you, you leaned against the door frame with a teasing grin. “Looking fine, Trafalgar.”

His smile dropped instantly as he looked back at his reflection in the mirror, adjusting his shirt again. “Stop that.”

But you weren’t about to be convinced otherwise. The black button-up shirt stretched slightly across his shoulders whenever he moved, highlighting the muscles beneath. The top buttons were left open, revealing a glimpse of the tattoos on his chest and collarbone. He paired it with black dress pants that made his long legs look even more refined compared to his usual tight-fitting jeans.

You'd never seen him like this before, and the change caught you off guard—in a good way. Even the watch on his wrist, a gift from Rosinante, added an unexpected touch of sophistication.

“Seriously,” you said with an approving nod, “you look hot.”

Law grumbled something under his breath, but there was no hiding the faint flush creeping up his neck. “Don’t get used to it.”

Chuckling you stepped closer and adjusted his collar. “Too late.”

You arrived together in front the ceremony hall, students dressed in the same formal attire were already gathering outside, standing around small cocktail tables with drinks—most holding glasses of champagne. People were chatting with family and friends who had come to witness the event. It was all very proper.

As you and Law approached the crowd, it suddenly hit you—you’d be meeting his parents today.

How did you completely forget about that?

You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal. You weren’t even sure what you were to him. His…friend? That didn’t fit at all. His girlfriend? Maybe, but was Law ready to use that word?

While you spiraled in your thoughts, Law was the picture of calm, casually spinning his bike keys around his finger. He clearly wasn’t fazed. To him, it wasn’t a big deal at all.

“Law?” you stopped walking for a moment, causing him to glance back at you with raised eyebrows.

“Mh?”

“Do your parents know that... uh, you know...” You gestured awkwardly between the two of you, unsure of what to call this. You hoped he’d get the hint without you having to say it outright.

Law just stared at you for a beat, processing your question. “That we... you know, are a thing?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, waiting for his answer.

“I never felt the need to tell them,” he said casually, his tone nonchalant.

You felt your chest tighten at that, and not in a good way. You knew Law was private—he didn’t share much with anyone—but hearing it still stung. Was this... you... not important enough to him? Your mind raced, and despite your best efforts to push it away, you couldn’t help but think of the pictures you’d seen on Yuki’s social media—the ones with Law’s family, her standing there like she belonged.

He must’ve noticed the shift in your expression because suddenly, his hand rested on your back, gentle but reassuring. “Hey,” he said softly, “don’t overthink it. I barely tell them anything.”

“Okay...” you mumbled, but it didn’t quite convince you. You forced a smile, but inside, doubts lingered.

As you walked into the crowd together, your mood had taken a sudden dip. Your thoughts spiraled, clouding over the excitement you’d felt earlier. Law, never the best at emotional support, glanced over at you but wasn’t sure what to say. He hoped that once you met his parents, things would shift. To him, it didn’t really matter what they thought. He liked you—well, more than like you—and that should’ve been enough, right?

“Hey, Law!” Rosinante’s booming voice snapped both of you out of your heads. He stood at a cocktail table, dressed in a suit that was unmistakably his own style—loud and unique. Beside him were two people who could only be Law’s parents.

Your heart raced as you approached them, and your throat felt dry. You suddenly wished you could reach for Law’s hand, to hold it for some kind of comfort. But his hand was buried deep in his pocket, leaving you feeling strangely vulnerable.

When you reached the table, you forced a nervous smile. Law’s parents eyed you curiously, surprise flickering across their faces. It stung, realizing they hadn’t known about you. You had been hoping, even if just a little, that maybe Law had mentioned you in passing.

“My little baby, I’ve missed you! Come here!” His mother, Lea, wrapped Law in a tight hug, squeezing him affectionately. Law’s posture stiffened, clearly not the biggest fan of the physical affection, but you caught a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. His father, Matheo playfully ruffled his hair, the pride in his eyes unmistakable.

“And who is your friend?” Matheo asked, turning to you with a warm, friendly smile.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, relieved by their kindness, though the nerves still fluttered inside you.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you,” you said, shaking their hands, doing your best to keep your voice steady.

“Lea,” his mother said with a smile, squeezing your hand lightly. “And this is Matheo.”

Matheo broke the ice with small talk, making you feel a little more at ease. “So, you met through university? Rosi mentioned something about that.”

You nodded, relaxing slightly. At least someone thought it was worth mentioning. “Yeah, we met while studying for an exam.”

Lea smiled warmly, glancing at Matheo with so much love it warmed your heart. “Oh, that’s how we met too,” she said, her eyes twinkling as she looked at her husband, who chuckled softly.

But then, Lea’s expression shifted, her enthusiasm rising as she asked, “So, which part of the North are you from?”

The question caught you off guard. Had Rosinante mixed something up? Before you could respond, you sensed a shift in Law’s mood. You could hear the faint jingle of his keys as he fidgeted with them in his pocket. Something was off, but you couldn’t quite figure out what.

“I’m actually from the East,” you replied, feeling a bit shy. “Just a small town.”

For a brief moment, you noticed something shift in his parents’ expressions—was that disappointment?

You felt a pang of unease. You knew the East wasn’t prestigious or well-known for much, but you’d never felt ashamed of where you came from. Still, their reaction stung.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Bonney and Nami approached your table, both flashing wide smiles, true to their word about attending your ceremony. They were dressed to impress, each in tight-fitting dresses and heels, the daringly low necklines drawing more than a few glances. The moment they wrapped you in a warm hug, some of your nerves melted away—you were grateful to have your friends by your side in what felt like an awkward situation.

“Thanks for being here you two,” you greeted them, the relief evident in your voice.

“Of course! How could we miss our favorite doctor getting her lill' white coat?” Bonney teased lovingly, giving your cheek a playful pinch. Meanwhile, Nami offered Law a friendly nod and a quick smile, a much quieter but no less genuine greeting.

“And congratulations to you too, Law,” Nami added.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Law replied, his smile small but sincere. Despite the headaches your friends had given him at their first encounter, he was starting to warm up to them. Their genuine support and friendliness were hard to resist, even for him. It reminded him, in a strange way, of his own two overly enthusiastic friends.

“Is this your family?” Bonney asked, glancing over at Law’s parents and Rosinante, who was quick to step forward with a broad grin, extending his hand.

“Proud uncle of our little Law! So nice to meet you,” Rosinante beamed, shaking hands enthusiastically.

You couldn’t help but notice that Law’s parents—especially his mother—seemed to force their smiles just a little. Lea, in particular, kept casting subtle, judgmental glances at Bonney and Nami, her eyes flicking to the cleavage on display. The tension was palpable, and you shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to feel.

Nami, ever perceptive and clearly used to these kinds of looks, wasn’t about to let it slide. As she reached out to shake Lea’s hand, she leaned in a bit closer, purposefully emphasizing the very thing that had drawn Lea’s attention. Rubbing it in—literally, almost under Lea’s nose—she smiled sweet and unfazed. “It’s great to meet you. Guess Law got his eyes from his beautiful mother.”

Her casual confidence and charm caught Lea off guard for a moment, a small smile formed on her lips. “Oh, please, that’s too kind.”

Law shot you a quick glance, clearly picking up on how Nami had defused the tension with his mother. He had to admit, her response was sharp—turning the obvious judgment into a compliment. It was a clever move, one that he could appreciate. And, it worked. His mother, who had been cool and a bit standoffish, seemed to soften under Nami’s charm.

You couldn’t help but smile slightly, feeling a sense of pride in how smoothly your friends were handling the situation. They didn’t just blend in—they took control of the moment with grace. Bonney, in particular, was in her element, chatting with Matheo like they were old friends. Her laughter was infectious, and she’d already managed to crack a couple of jokes that had him chuckling.

For a brief moment, Law caught your eyes again, the faintest hint of a grin tugging at his lips. Your friends really knew what they’re doing.

As people began to trickle inside, the soft buzz of conversation suggesting it was time for the ceremony to start, you and Law made your way toward the stage. Your friends and family settled into the audience, ready to watch the proceedings. Names were called one by one, and when your name echoed through the hall, you stepped up to receive your diploma, marking the completion of the pre-clinic stage. The head of the medical department gave a long, somewhat dry speech, but even you had to admit it was inspiring in parts.

Bonney and Nami were your biggest cheerleaders, erupting into loud applause that made you feel like a star on your big day. Law’s family, seated nearby, clapped just as loudly when his turn came, though you could see from a distance that Rosinante was the one shedding tears of pride. It warmed your heart to see how much this meant to him.

Once the ceremony wrapped up, you rushed to your friends, falling into their arms as they hugged you tight, bursting with pride. Law endured a similar treatment from his family, although his awkwardness was clear—he wasn’t one for big emotional displays. You could tell he thought the whole ordeal was a bit much, already counting down the minutes until he could go home and relax.

As everyone drifted outside, Bonney and Nami split off to grab a round of champagne, eager to kick off the celebrations. You watched them walk away, but the familiar judgmental look from Lea caught your attention. It seemed Nami's charm hadn't quite been enough to change her mind completely.

And just as you thought you could finally relax and enjoy the celebration, the person you wished to never see again approached your group.

Your heart sank the moment you saw Yukis confident smile.

“Ah, Matheo! Lea! I thought it was you!” her overly sweet voice rang out as she greeted Law’s parents with far too much enthusiasm. Your stomach twisted as Lea and Matheo welcomed her rather warmly, while Law clenched his jaw in visible annoyance. Rosinante, standing nearby, looked equally displeased, his frown deepening as Yuki ignored him entirely and turned her attention to Law, acting as though you weren’t even there.

“Congratulations, Law,” she cooed, her voice so sugary it made your skin crawl. “You’ll be amazing in the clinic phase. No surprise, being the son of such great doctors.” She lightly touched Law’s arm, but he quickly pulled away, the whole scene making you feel nauseous.

“You’re just as prestigious,” Lea chimed in, her chuckle sickeningly sweet. “I’ve heard wonderful things about your internship at Lvneel. If you ever need a spot, let us know—we can help you secure one.”

Yuki’s face lit up with fake gratitude. “Thank you so much! I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

Before you could even process how frustrating this exchange was, Bonney and Nami returned, carrying trays of champagne glasses. The moment they saw Yuki standing there, chatting away as if she and Law were still together, their moods shifted instantly.

Bonney didn’t hesitate, cutting right to the point. “Sorry, this is a family table. And you are?” Her tone was dripping with hostility, clearly not caring to hide her disdain. Lea looked taken aback, quickly stepping in to defend.

“It’s fine. She’s family,” Lea said, as if that settled the matter.

Nami looked genuinely shocked, exchanging a bewildered glance with you and Law before turning back to Yuki, who smiled innocently. “Yeah, no,” Nami said firmly. “I’d much rather she wasn’t here.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yuki, please…,” Law sighed, his voice thick with frustration. Rosinante crossed his arms, standing ready to intervene if necessary, nodding in agreement to make it clear she wasn’t welcome.

Lea and Matheo looked at each other, a bit confused and conflicted.

Yuki’s expression twisted into one of hurt, her performance impressive in its own right. “I just wanted to say congratulations,” her voice shaking as if her heart had just broken. You could barely believe the scene unfolding in front of you—Bonney and Nami were equally shocked, while Law looked beyond fed up, his irritation boiling over.

You had a strong feeling that Law's parents were missing out on something about their sons past relationship. You couldn't quite pinpoint any other reason. Something just felt off.

Rosinante finally intervened, sensing how close things were to spiraling out of control. He placed a gentle hand on Lea‘s shoulder, speaking with a gentle authority. “Can we talk? Just for a moment, please.” His voice was steady but firm, completely ignoring the venomous glare Yuki shot his way. Law noticed it too, and for a second, he wanted to knock that smug look off her face.

Lea and Matheo exchanged glances once more, realizing Rosinante wasn’t giving them a choice. They nodded and agreed to step aside for a private conversation. As they walked away, you exhaled sharply, feeling the tension shift but not fully dissipate.

The moment they were out of sight, Bonney locked eyes with Yuki, her protective instincts flaring up. The intensity of her gaze could’ve cut through steel. “Listen here, you little bitch,” Bonney spat, her voice low and dangerous. “You better leave before I ruin your face with my fist.”

Yuki didn’t even flinch. She eyed Bonney up and down with an air of arrogance, then scoffed dismissively. “Sure,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. Then, without missing a beat, she turned to Law with the same smug expression. “Enjoy yourself with your loser friends.”

Bonney lunged toward her, fury radiating from her, but Nami grabbed her arm just in time, holding her back. Nami’s eyes, however, were locked on Yuki, her calm demeanor doing little to hide the fire in her gaze. They both watched as she strutted away, her confidence nauseating. Every step she took felt like another jab, but you knew in your gut that she was just putting on a show to make you feel small.

Bonney shook off Nami’s grip but didn’t pursue Yuki any further, though the desire to do so was clear in her eyes. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, her knuckles white as she clenched her fists.

“I can’t believe they let her get away with this,” Nami added quietly, her voice filled with frustration.

Law's gaze softened as he looked at you, his attempt at reassurance falling short, even though his words were sincere. “Sorry Y/N, didn't expect her to come over,” he sighed, but the truth was, it didn’t ease the knot in your stomach.

“Why didn’t you mention me to your parents?” Your voice finally broke, a mixture of hurt and frustration seeping through. You had been holding it in for too long, and now, standing in front of Law, you couldn’t help but confront him.

Law blinked, clearly caught off guard by your question. Nami and Bonney exchanged glances but stayed quiet, sensing the tension thickening around the table.

“Why would I do that?” Law asked, genuinely puzzled. His tone was cool, almost dismissive, as if it hadn’t even occurred to him that this might matter.

But it mattered to you.

“Are we not serious?” Your voice rose, cutting through the heavy silence. “What is this to you, Law? You're acting like it's some casual fling. And now I meet your parents before you even tell them about me?”

Law’s expression hardened, his irritation rising to meet yours. “If I wasn’t serious, I wouldn’t still be here,” he shot back, his voice low but tense. He didn’t feel like he had to explain himself—he was the one who’d decide when and how to introduce you to his parents. Why were you so hung up on it? Wasn't it enough that he liked you?

“Oh, but your ex is somehow still part of the family, huh?”

“She isn't.” Law fired back, his irritation clear in his voice. “She’s not a part of anything anymore.”

“Oh, really?” you countered, sarcasm dripping from your words. “Because it sure seems like she still is!”

“Are you dense or something?” Law snapped, the sharpness of his words cutting through the air. It stung, but you refused to back down.

Nami shifted and Bonney opened her mouth to say something, but it was too late. The argument had already ignited, and there was no stopping it now.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, cold and unforgiving. “Am I? Or are you?” You took a step closer, eyes narrowing as you searched his face for any crack in his facade. “You didn’t think to mention that you have a toxic ex who still seems to have feelings for you? Or that your parents still love that ex? What’s next, Law? Is there something else you’re hiding? Do you have a kid you forgot to mention?”

Law’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His eyes flickered with something—maybe guilt, maybe realization—but he didn’t speak.

"You’re leaving me alone in all of this." Your voice cracked despite your best efforts to hold it together. Tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes, but you blinked them away, determined not to let them fall. A bitter, hollow laugh escaped your lips as you grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder with a sharp movement. "This is ridiculous."

Law's eyes widened slightly, as if realizing too late where this was heading. He took a small step toward you, his expression a mixture of guilt and frustration, but he didn’t say anything.

You shot him a glance, one filled with hurt he didn’t know how to respond to. “Thanks for nothing, Law.”

The words stung, hanging in the air between you like a blade poised to strike as you left. He stood there, silent, his usual calm exterior cracking just enough for you to see the turmoil beneath.

You felt the tears threatening to spill over, but you kept moving, your feet carrying you away from the event.

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