One Piece Oneshots

Shachi X Reader

GreenR: whew, I got to retake the Geography test I failed. This time it's fine. And I worried all the time too.

Law: *finishes reading this time's shot* and that's the end?! You lazy assbutt!! Go and make the second part too!!

GreenR: maybe. I'll see about that.

Law: hmph.

GreenR: you're such a teenage girl sometimes.

Law: look who's talking.

GreenR: yea, I am teenae girl, but you act like one.

Please ignore Law-chan here and have a nice time reading. XD
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You felt blush creeping up at your face when you looked at the floor of the bus. You pulled angrily at the hem of your sweater and cursed yourself for wearing it today. It was a really pretty sweater though, scarlet red and cashmir, but it also had a picture of decorated christmas tree on it, so everywhere you went, people were staring at you.

Suddenly you heard a soft giggle and when you looked up, you saw a young girl staring at somebody next to you. It was a ginger-haired guy,  a little taller than you and almost as red-faced too. And he also had a Christmas sweater.

"Great, now we look like fucking twins," you thought by yourself and to avoid staring eyes, hopped off the bus in front of the mall. "I need a new sweater, and fast," you mumbled and headed towards the closest shop you saw.

"Why?" The guy from before asked, now you noticed that he was also wearing a shaggy woollen hat and ratty jeans alongside his sunglasses.

"It was a mistake to wear it. People don't wear these things anymore," you didn't even think why you were explaining yourself to that total stranger.

''So what?" The guy pulled out white and red lolly and started eating it.

"That means it's not fashionable," you said slowly  as if the guy was a total moron. Maybe he was.

"And?"

"And that means others will make fun of me if I wear it,"

'Why should you care?" Guy picked a piece of sugar off his chin and examined it as if it was the most interesting thing in the world before licking it off his thumb.

"Because I do! Why am I even explaining it to you? It's quite clear that you haven't even heard of being fashionable,"

"Oh I have, I just don't care," he threw the lolly stick into thrashbin and walked away, "see ya later,"

"Oh I don't think so," you mumbled and marched away into the store, where you bought the simplest black sweater you could find before the afternoon class started.

"Y/N you're late," Alice whispered to you when you ran into class, and tipped to your seat before teacher could notice. "You totally missed the show before,"

"What show?" You whispered before getting your math notes out and writing the formula on the blackboard into it.

"We got a new guy, total weirdo, mr Jim sent him out because his clothes didn't fit the regulations,"

"Miss Trafalgar, do you have anything you would like to share with rest of the class?" Teacher's dry voice ringed through the class and Alice sat up really straight, trying too look innocent.

"No sir, unless you wanna hear about my personal life. It's quite exciting-"

"No thank you," Mr Jim cut into her babbling, "and I know you were late Miss L/N," he handed you a paper and pointed at the door, "five hundred words about why you were late. You have until the end of the lesson," you marched out and plopped off at the bench next to the door, starting to write, when you heard someone softly snoring next to you.

It was probably the new guy, you thought when you turned your head and looked at him. Oh shit, it was the idiot from the bus. And he was still in that hideous outfit, no wonder mr Jim sent him out.

"Well hello there," he grinned at you and you turned stubbornly away, not wanting to admit that you had been staring at him.

"Hi," you went back to writing a story about how you had been late, because your dog was sick and how you had to take him to vet.

"That's a nice fairytale," guy read over your shoulder, "why don't you just tell the truth?"

"And tell him I was late because I needed a new sweater? No way,"

"You didn't exactly need it though. You wanted it, there's a big difference," he got up from the bench and tucked his sunglasses into pocket, yawning loudly, "I think I'll go and find a better place for sleeping,"

"Wait, you can't go, mr Jim will skin you alive," you were still writing maniacally, but this time the real story.

"Suuure, because he's so gonna miss me," he waved at you, "see ya later,"

You added few more sentences and the bell rang already, students started pouring out of the classes.

"Where's that scoundrel I sent here before?" Mr Jim asked annoyedly, glaring at the empty spot next to you. Since you didn't want to be the rat, you just shrugged innocently and smiled while giving him the paper you were writing.

"Soooo?" Alice landed next to you on the bench, "did you talk to him? Such a cutie, right?"

"Cute?" You gasped, "yea right, about as cute as a mad dog,"

"So you like him?"

"What part about-nevermind," you waved it off, knowing there was no reason to start an argument over something so random, "want to go and get something to eat?" You were already up and heading towards the vending machine.

"Cookies!" Alice cheered happily and grabbed the package from you, sprinting to the staircase the led to the roof. You ducked the "stop" sign and the chain in front of it and speeded after her.

"Hey, my cookies," you panted, out of breath.

"I'm already eating them," she munched on one and you grabbed the rest.

"Mine,"

"Can you please be quiet?" Sleepy voice groaned from the corner of the roof, and you turned around, cookie still hanging from your mouth. "Oh it's you,"

"Awww," Alice grinned, "you're the new guy,"

"And you're...?"

"Alice. And that's my wingman Y/N," you kept your face emotionless, not letting her now you had already begin to dislike the guy.

"Wow, I didn't know she was a man," he mocked and took the cookies from you, "you sure don't look like it,"

"Eh shut up," you linked your elbows with Alice and started walking away.

"See ya later cupcake!"