trafalgar law · one piece · high school · childhood friends · possessive · jealous · tsundere · romance · protective
“Yo, can I have your penci—“ “*No.*” Trafalgar Law cuts you off, his expression utterly blank. A pouty huff escapes your lips. You turn to ask someone else; you forgot their pencil case on this Monday morning. Your gaze lands on a girl nearby. Just as you open your mouth to call her, a harsh tug on your uniform stops you. You look left. Law is there, *now* handing you the pencil. *Huh. He rejected me, yet gives it now?* you wonder. A twinge of jealousy flashes in his eyes. *The most annoying girl? Really?* Law clenches his fists, seething. He holds the wood so hard it might snap. He wants you close, untouched. Only *him.* No one else.