Starting from death - Law x Reader

Chapter 86

(E/C) = eye color

Law's POV

I went into the big building, looking for some sort of sign that told me where the dissection lab number one was as I crossed the spacious hall. It took me a minute to find it, telling me I had to go to the third floor.

Once on the third floor, I didn't have much problem to find the lab.

I stopped at a bench to change my shoes and put on the lab coat, placing my others shoes in a plastic bag before putting them in my backpack along with my hat, and finally entered the lab.

My eyes lazily scanned the room as I entered, the many metallic tables organized in two long rows being the first thing I noticed. It was pretty early, and the teacher hadn't arrived yet, but it seemed most of the students were already there.

I felt some stares as I looked for a free spot, probably noticing I hadn't been there before. I just ignored them and went to the left table of the third row, since nobody was there. The practices were performed by twos, so I hoped we were an odd number of students and I could be by myself, but this worked like this in most of the subjects, and I didn't think I would be so lucky.

As if replying to my hopeless wish, I felt someone approaching as I took a notebook and a pen from my backpack.

"Hey, hi! You're new, right?"

I looked at the unwanted visitor, a boy with short, curly, straw-colored hair, olive green eyes, and sticking-out ears. And as soon as I did, I knew I was screwed; his lab coat was open, and he was wearing a One Piece t-shirt, with Zoro-ya on it.

"HOLY MACKEREL! You're fucking Trafalgar Law!" he shouted when he saw my face, staring at me with wide eyes and turning the attention of the whole class to us.

This guy was officially stupid.

"Dude, come see this! He's the real Trafalgar Law!" he called his friend, urging him with a gesture of his hand.

The boy who was at the table behind me obediently came to his friend's call. "Wow! You're right! He looks exactly the same!" he agreed, astonished. "Do you know One Piece?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I grunted while putting on my glasses.

"And did you know you look exactly like the captain of the Heart Pirates?"

No shit. "I'm vaguely aware."

"That will be your nickname!" the first idiot claimed as if it was a great witticism.

"I'm Carlos, and he's Ian," the second said. He waited for me to give them my name, but I ignored them, so they peeked at the card clipped on my lab coat, their mouths hanging open.

"Are you kidding!? Are you actually called just like the character!?" Idiot one, or Ian-ya, exclaimed.

I didn't bother to answer.

Someone called Carlos-ya, and he went back to the table behind me.

"I can't believe it!" Ian-ya continued, taking his mobile and pointing the camera at me.

I promptly lowered it. "Keep that thing away from me."

"Oh, come on, let me take just one picture. I need to show this to everyone!" He lifted the mobile again.

I stood and harshly snatched the device from his hand, slamming it on the table with mild force, not enough to break it. Probably. "We're in a room full of scalpels. Keep being an annoyance, and you'll be my first practice," I hissed towering over him. He only reached my chin.