YOU || [Trafalgar Law x OC reader]

三十 for good

Your gaze flickered open into the dark room. Law's room. It was still strange to you waking up there.

Not another dream?

That's a first.

You rolled over onto your side, to see the bed empty.

You felt a tinge of disappointment but quickly internally scolded yourself for it.

What right do I have to be upset?

He's a fucking captain of a ship- not like he can lay in bed all day.

You let out an exhale, sitting up, feeling the sheets drop off your exposed skin.

That was also an adjustment.

You could instantly feel your stomach knot up- thinking about what you said.

And what you did.

Not once.

But twice.

Yeesh.

You sighed, running a hand through your long, tangled hair, head spinning. Racing. With unwanted anxiety and thoughts.

Has he done this before?

Obviously. He definitely knew what he was doing.

But... how many times before had he done that?

And the whole 'I love you' conversation.

Has he said that to anyone else?

Why does that make me pissed off-

You groaned as you brought your knees to your chest, burying your face in your arms. You had no right to ask or think about those things, right?

It wasn't like he was yours- or vice versa.

Though I wouldn't mind that.

Jesus, I'm an idiot.

You let out another heavy sigh as you got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom, and started the shower, waiting for it to warm up.

You did your best not let your thoughts spiral too much as you washed yourself, and dried off.

You walked lazily back into the bedroom, looking around.

Where the hell are my clothes?

Although you didn't mind wearing Law's clothes, you felt awkward going through his stuff- and on top of that didn't want the crew seeing you like that.

But at that moment what choice did you have?

Once you had rummaged through his closet you looked down at yourself- you had dressed yourself in a t-shirt of his, and a pair of boxers- both of which were obviously too big for you.