[Trafalgar Law × Y/N] Collection

Loosen Up

[Fluff]
Golden retriever × Black cat
(Y/B) - Your Brother
(Y/N) - Your Name

Your brother's downstairs hanging with his friends. They're all chilling, playing the game, and eating junk food. You slide past the group and head to the kitchen. Stepping in, you spot Trafalgar. He stares at you for a good while then goes back to refilling his cup with ice. You brush off the awkward encounter and rummage through the cabinet for something to satisfy your craving.

[After finding your snack you go back to your room]

Not even five minutes later, you hear a knock at the door.

"Who is it?", you ask, peering at the door from the corner of your eye.

The room falls silent and the door cracks open. You catch a clear glimpse of who's on the other side.

It's Traf again.

" Hey, uh...you wanna chill?", he asked, leaning his tall, slim figure against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets.

"Aren't you supposed to be chilling with (Y/B)?"
"Yeah, but...I don't feel like it."

You ignore him.

"Come on please!", Traf begged." No. Get out!", you demanded pointing to the door.
"Fine.", he decides to leave you be...for now.

You decide to leave your room for a bit and go downstairs. Traf's sitting on the couch but once he sees you, he shoots up from his seat.

"Hello.", he greets you.
"Hello again.", you replied, trying to avoid him.

Traf wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"What are you craving now?", he teased, motioning to your face.

You push his face away from yours and wiggle from his grasp.

"What's wrong, can't handle a little love?"

You scrunch your nose up in a way of saying "ew".
Traf puts his hands up and backs away.

"You got it.", he chuckles.

You open the fridge to get your Gatorade and go back up the stairs.
The boy lets out a sigh and follows behind you.

"Why are you playing hard to get? Do you have a boyfriend or something?", Traf asked, he was hoping that the answer would be no.

"As a matter of fact, I do.", you counter.
"Oh really, what's his name?", Traf tilts his head awaiting your answer.

You cross your arms and continue up the stairs.

"Why should I tell you anything?"

Traf appears in the doorway and slaps his hand at the top of the frame.

"Because we're buds, c'mon!"

He makes his way to your bed and lays down.

"Ahem! Who said you could rest your dirty body on my sheets?"

Traf doesn't budge, he just smiles.

"Aw, you gonna move me?", he jokes.
"You wanna fight?"
"Why would I fight you?", he rests his cheek in his hand and doesn't break eye contact with you.
You turn your face in disgust.
"Can you please leave, I would like to enjoy my own space."