Switch? {Trafalgar Law X Reader}

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Man, am I sick and tired of school. You're probably thinking, 'oh what a cliché' but I am tired of school. I just can't, I repeat, CAN'T cope with it. Do you want to know what has me physically sick and tired? Well, I'll tell you. Stairs. Yes, stairs.

This school has like a million steps; if it weren't for them, life would be, oh so simple. Like right now, I was speeding up them rushing to my lesson. After all, I can't afford to be late.

As I was saying- I'm just tired. I trotted through the last set of stairs when I met face to face with a boy. To be exact, that boy was Trafalgar Law. A quiet, good looking guy who had all the girls swooning after him.

But the ignorant, heartless, narcissistic, bastard, turned them all down without taking the time to even look at them. One of the girls just happened to be my friend. Due to this, I was not very fond of him. The countless obscure rumours didn't make his image any better.

However, today seemed to be like my lucky day- lost in thoughts- we didn't notice each other. So at that moment, I was looking at his dangerously close face with eyes as wide as plates. I could feel his breath brushing against my cheeks as he got close.

Bash!

His body crashed into mine and pushed me down the stairs. In an immediate reaction, I grabbed on to the closest thing near me, which happened to be Law himself. With both hands, I took a grip of his collar, trying to stop the fall. But I ended up dragging him down. I caught a glimpse of his usually calm face as it turned into one of annoyance. A loud gasp left my lungs as I felt my body go into an immense and sharp pain. My vision blurred, slipping into darkness.

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I warily opened my eyes, to find myself with the white ceiling. Blinking a few times, I began to recall the painful event, which explained my throbbing headache.

I took a minute to observe my surroundings and noticed that I laid on a bed, in what seemed to be the infirmary. I gave myself a couple of seconds to sit up and then stand. It felt like my head was about to split in two; my eyes were too tired - I can't even keep them open. But my body, in general, felt out of place. My thoughts wandered to Law, whom I was sure fell with me.

Had he brought me here or?

I pushed the thought aside when just then, the nurse came in and gave me a sweet smile.

"You look better now, young man, I suppose you should get back to your lesson" I nodded absentmindedly "Oh! And your friend has already gone back".

I kept nodding without care; then my thoughts were interrupted. Did I just get called a young man? Maybe she said, young ma'am...? But then again, that sounds like a weird way to phrase your sentence.

I spent no more time pondering over her words and walked to the sink to wash my face, all this with half-opened eyes. The ice-cold water rushed down on to my hands, sending a shiver and goosebumps through my body. Cupping my hands together, I lowered my face and without a second thought splashed it on to myself hoping it'd wake me up.

I shook my head vigorously and reluctantly straightened my body. Facing the mirror in front of me, I stared into a pair of unknown gorgeous, misty, silver orbs.

I raised my hands onto messy, dark, raven hair.

Then moved them, tracing along with small but cool sideburns and down to an also small goatee.

Exotic tattoed hands were following my every move.

But I just kept looking into the mirror.

Was I having a dream about this brat?