Stalker's Tango | Bartolomeo x Reader

The "Great Guy"

Law knew that it took something extremely special for you not to come hang out with your friends. Bartolomeo was your boyfriend, of course, but even the raven knew you wouldn't sacrifice time with friends for him when you spent so much time with the man anyway.

He had no idea what it was, where it came from, but there was something eating away at him. Maybe because Law had noticed that you and Bartolomeo had been on weird grounds for a while, only to pick up where you left off. That bothered you friend immensely and he felt the need to get into your brain about that. Even if it wasn't his business, he cared for you enough to act on his thoughts.

With that in mind, the dark haired doctor to be found himself traipsing up to the top floor. He had never ventured further than the third floor; the floor his other friends Shachi and Penguin lived on. It was completely new grounds. Once he got to the door that lead off into the corridor, he swung it open and started off down the thin hall.

He knew where Bartolomeo's room was because there was only one lit door and he had seen Diez Drake leave for the gym that morning, so it couldn't have been his room. There was artificial light that contrasted the morning haze coming from under the threshold, letting him know that was his destination. So just by raising a hand, your tattooed best friend knocked on the door's wood.

From the other side, Law could hear the sound of music being turned down, followed by a shift. The sound of footsteps wandered up to the door and the knob turned; the door swinging inwards. Almost immediately, the raven scrunched up his nose disgustedly as the overpowering scent of marijuana trickled over him.

Then before him, stood your lover.

"Trafalgar Law." Bartolomeo rumbled, staring right at the other man.

The punk was stood there completely topless - a large, dark tattoo of a incomplete circle with some detailing on his toned chest. His usually styled or pulled back hair was falling in loose curtains, looking freshly washed. Law let his eyes flicker down to where Bartolomeo's grey joggers sat on his waistline, noticing a blunt resting between his fingers. Clearly he had found the culprit of the smell and indeed you boyfriend looked both mildly high and hungover at the same time.

Law's steely gaze lifted back up. "Where's (Y/n)?"

The room behind was not only slightly fogged, but you weren't in sight. Law knew you weren't back in your own room because the lights were off.

"Shower." Bartolomeo said simply, his tone indicating he wanted this conversation over and done with as quickly as possible.

There was a pause.

"I don't hear the water running."

Law crossed his arms over his chest as the green haired man lifted his blunt to his lips, taking an uncaring drag before practically puffing the smoke in your friend's direction. The raven didn't waver, however, continuing to glare at your boyfriend.

"Must be deaf then." Bartolomeo said with a shrug, his hand on the doorknob. He started to close the threshold, ignoring the other man completely. "But yeah, she'll probably catch you later n' all."

Suddenly, the door stopped short and the punk looked down. Law had put his shoe in between the frame and the door, wincing slightly at the pain that tingled through his foot. Once Bartolomeo lifted his eyes, the two men shared a look once more.

"Tell her I need to speak to her."

Your lover frowned. "Alright. We'll come find you later then."

"We?" Law echoed, lifting an eyebrow. "I never say you as well. I need to talk to her."