highlight: ¨Law doesn't think it's fair that he does all the hard work and people thank God.¨
notes: Very first one shot! Gimme your thoughts and requests, folks!
¨Thank God my shift is over! That was insane!¨ the blonde man threw himself on the couch of the break room covering his eyes with his arm.
¨You don't get me started with this too, Marco-ya.¨ the grumpy doctor sitting close to you mumbled, sipping his ¨please I need help with my addiction¨ sized coffee.
¨Y/N, do you mind explaining? I'm too tired to think.¨ you laughed at Marco's request.
¨Law doesn't think it's fair that he does all the hard work and people thank God.¨ you explained. Even after all those years you still couldn't believe he was for real when he said this.
¨Uhm, whatever, yoi. I blame you, Y/N.¨
¨Wha- wait! How come you blame me?¨ you asked confused and outraged.
¨One of your residents said the Q word while I was on call! I did so many chest compressions I'm skipping gym tomorrow!¨
You couldn't help but laugh at his drama and even Law seemed slightly amused.
¨Maybe you're just getting weak, Marco-ya.¨ he said and dodged a pillow thrown by his friend, you let out an 'ouch' and laughed more. ¨But he's right, Y/N-ya. This is a basic concept, how disappointing.¨ he clicked his tongue and shook his head, those tired grey eyes fixed on yours.
You and Law have known each other for a really long time now. First, you entered the same college and during those years you fought each other for the best grades. It became a little difficult since you always scored the perfect A+. You couldn't convince the professors to give extra pluses for the better answers, though.
After college you both were accepted in the best hospital of the country, you went through residency together, and your rivalry turned into a strong bond.
¨Maybe you should apologize to God, Law, cause you're meeting him soon.¨ you kept staring at each other with narrowed eyes.
¨Let me know if you're gonna start making out so I can kill myself, yoi.¨ Marco said half-asleep.
¨We'll make it on your dead body.¨ you almost choked on your coffee when Law said it so casually.
He held a smirk while you coughed and slapped him gently on the arm. Your cheeks were so hot you could fry eggs on them.
¨You're so disgusting, yoi.¨ he stood up lazily and dragged himself around the room, gathering his stuff ¨I'm going home. No, better, I'm asking for my resignation!¨ he came closer and placed a kiss on the top of your head, a habit that you grew fond of. You'd always muffle his fluffy blonde hair.
¨Keys.¨ you opened your hand waiting for him to give you his car keys. You never let him drive whenever he was tired like this, last time ended up in a mess. ¨We'll miss you when you're gone.¨
¨I won't.¨ Law kept giving him a hard time.
¨Yeah, keep lying to yourself, punk.¨ Marco patted him on the shoulder on his way out ¨And quit drinking that shit, yoi!¨
The room got quiet after the blond left leaving you and Law in a comfortable silence. That was what you loved the most about him, he always made you comfortable.
After a few minutes of you peacefully rolling through your phone and Law deeply entertained with a medical book, the two of you heard a shy knock on the door.
You shared a look, knowing that it was one of your residents. After all, attendings didn't knock before coming in and the other staff would just beep you.
¨I bet one of yours killed someone.¨ he smiled and raised an eyebrow.
Those moments were precious to you, the way he let himself be relaxed in your presence to do stuff like smiling or even telling some stupid joke. Although you could count in three fingers how many times he had done it.
¨I hope it was Shachi.¨ you teased him and went to get the door.
When you open you saw a girl, you didn't know her name but you knew that she was one of Law's residents. She had her hands behind her back and she seemed jittery.
¨What did Shachi do?¨ you ask her, trying to break the ice.
¨Uh? Uhm, no! No, he didn't... Uhm-¨ she stumbled on her words and you felt a little sorry for her. You tried to be friendly and nice but it didn't work really well.
¨Do you need something, Ikkaku-ya?¨ Law appeared behind you, stepping in since it was one of his. You made your way back to the table, giving them some privacy.
¨Uhm, Dr. Trafalgar, I'm sorry to bother you, but.. uhm...¨ she sounded so nervous and you knew exactly why.
You were pretty aware that Doctor Trafalgar D. Water Law did more than just fix hearts, he stole them. Numerous times you've had old ladies insisting that they were having heart attacks so they could see him. The younger ones were more discreet, though. Not that it'd bother you if they weren't.
¨Dr. Trafalgar I wanted to give you this!¨ she yelled, but maybe not aware of it, you saw how much she struggled to say that.
The girl had a little paper bag in her hands, you saw by the logo printed on the front that it was from a bakery near the hospital, they were famous for the croissants.
¨Oh, poor thing.¨ you thought.
Law seemed pretty confused now. Why was she giving him that? And why that?
You decided to step in and help before you cringed to death. Was that how Marco felt? Poor Pinneaple.
¨I love that place. Which one did you choose?¨ you spoke from the table, trying not to laugh at their helpless expressions.
¨T-The traditional one, with a sugar glaze.¨ she was so red, but at least she could say words now.
¨That's the best one, good choice!¨ she smiled at you ¨I wish my residents bought me stuff too, you got the good ones, Law. ¨
You called him, fishing him out of the ¨need to find a scientific answer for this strange human behavior¨ void in his head. His gaze met yours and you had a telepathic conversation.
< The fuck you're doing? The ¨ignore until she flounders and dies¨ technique?>
<Why is she giving me bread?>
<It doesn't matter! Just accept it and thank her!>
¨Ah, Ikkaku-ya, you didn't have to. But I really appreciate it.¨ You wanted to give yourself a face slap.
¨When you say things like ¨really appreciate it¨, you have to sound like you appreciate it, Law.¨ you thought again.
¨They are fresh from the oven!¨ the girl said cheerful ¨I hope you like it! See you later Dr. Trafalgar! Bye, Dr. L/N!¨ she waved at you before leaving, skipping down the hallway.
You let the laugh you were holding out while the raven-haired man made his way back to the table. He sighed and placed the bag on the corner.
¨She's going to ask later, you know?¨ you pointed at the pastry.
¨You know I don't like it, Y/N-ya.¨ he mumbled like a man-child ¨You can eat it and tell me if it's good.¨
¨I already had and I will, thanks.¨ you grabbed the croissant and began to eat it, internally blessing the baker's soul.
Suddenly, Law found really difficult to focus on his book while you were eating. Maybe he never noticed before or maybe you never ate something so good but the suggestive sounds that came out of you made him get tighter in his pants.
¨Actually, Y/N-ya... I want to taste it.¨ you couldn't believe this guy.
¨Now that I ate half of it?¨ you asked after swallowing your huge bite.
¨It doesn't matter, I'm pretty sure they taste better on your lips.¨
Before you could process his words, he leaned closer and found his way to your mouth, kissing you in a way he never did inside of the hospital.
His hands traveled on your body with an urge, stopping on your waist and bringing you closer to him. Your hands ran through his dark hair as he explored the sweet taste of your mouth.
You had to break the kiss to breathe, your chest was going up and down heavily and your mind was still resetting from his sudden action.
¨Sweet.¨ he licked his lower lip, his eyes exalting lust and passion.
¨I thought you said PDA inside the hospital was unethical?¨ you asked panting.
¨It's just that... you made it look so good I needed to try.¨ he said before kissing you again.
Piña atolera hecha por José María Alejos Cerano, Tanguacícaro, Michoacán.
Pieza de cerámica típica de San José de Gracia en Michoacán, México. Pastillaje, esmaltado y vidriado en el cuerpo y la corona de la piña. 25 cms de altura.
