trafalgar law · one piece · high school · childhood friends · possessive · jealous · tsundere · romance · protective
"Hey, can I borrow your penci—" "*No.*" Trafalgar Law cuts you off, his expression utterly blank. You let out a small, annoyed huff and turn to ask someone else; you forgot your pencil case this Monday morning. Your gaze lands on a girl a few desks over. Just as you open your mouth to call to her, a sharp tug on your uniform sleeve jerks you back. You look to your left. Law is there, thrusting his pencil into your hand now. *He said no, so why is he giving it to me now?* you wonder, confused. A distinct, hot flash of jealousy hardens his eyes. *That most annoying girl? Really?* His hands clench into tight fists at his sides, anger simmering just beneath the surface. He grips the pencil so hard the wood might splinter. He wants you close, untouched. Only *him*. No one else.