OH HELLOOOO!! I love your page its so pretty! I see you have so little fics so i must ask for a highschool Au with Law x F! Reader, this is based of a figure from Law where he is the leader or the star of the school’s basketball team! But at the cost that they work to hard so in one of the practices Law keeps denying to be tired only to end up falling sleep on their partners lap!! (aka reader)
Im sorry if my explanation is too long (╥﹏╥)
THANX!!
𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 .✦ ݁˖
.✦ ݁˖ pairing: law x fem!reader
.✦ ݁˖ genre: modern highschool au, fluff
.✦ ݁˖warnings: none (tell me if there is any!)
.✦ ݁˖ note: Law overworks himself, established relationship
.✦ ݁˖ summary: Law has been working himself too hard lately for his upcoming basketball tournament. You decide to take matters into your own hands, and make him rest.
.✦ ݁˖ word count: 1.2k
.✦ ݁˖ a/n: I LOVED WRITING THIS SM!! Thank you for the request!! i think the figure u were referring to is d one i put above?? hehehe
Pining over the school’s star basketball player for years, he finally became your lover, and that was all you’ve ever been wishing for.
He was sweet behind closed doors, and always paid attention to you, and the little things you loved. You couldn’t ask for anything more.
Though one thing that remained prominent about him is the fact that he is the most hardworking person you’ve met.
There were days where you’d finish your club duties, then head over to the school’s basketball court, expecting to see him all freshened up and finished, yet he’d still be shooting hoops whilst his teammates were already getting ready to go.
He’d done this almost everyday of the week— except for the designated days you were meant to go out after class, of course.
On this particular day, you wondered if you could persuade him into taking a break, or leaving already.
Sliding into the basketball court, you could hear the rhythmic bounce of the ball, and occasional pause as it went through the hoop before hitting the floor. There he was again, standing alone in the gym, since his teammates had left already just a couple minutes ago.
A focused expression was plastered all over his face, as he got the ball once more and prepared to shoot.
You walked closer to him.
“Law.”
No response.
“Law.”
The ball’s bounce resumed once more.
“Love.”
This time, he looked over at you.
“You’re here.”
“What is it?”
You held your phone up, and shoved it into his face.
“Look at the time! It’s late.” You say.
“Is that so?” He asks you, as he resumed bouncing the ball again.
“Your practice ended 30 minutes ago.” You frowned, though he showed no signs of stopping.
“I need more practice. The tournament’s in a week.” In your head, you’re already knocking him out and forcing him to rest.
“And you have a week more to practice, so freshen up, and let’s walk home together.”
Though his back remained turned, his shoulders loosened slightly, as if you found a crack in the determination he tried so hard to hold on to. Though, it seemed it was gonna take more than that to properly convince him.
“Please?” You tried, with a slightly whiny tone, as he stopped to look back at you.
His forehead was damp with sweat, hair sticking to it, while faint, dark circles laid under his eyes. Though he seemed tired, he looked really good like this, you thought.
“You look tired.” You say, tilting your head to the side with worry.
“I’m not.”
“Liar. You yawned earlier.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Long enough.”
He sighs, then turns back to his ball, bouncing it with less dedication this time. You seemed to have wavered his resolve. Though it still didn’t seem like he was going to stop any time soon.
You went up directly behind him, close enough that he could feel your presence, and looked at him over his shoulder. Feeling your proximity, the ball slowed beneath his hand before rolling to a stop.
“Take a break at least?”
He couldn’t resist you, especially like this. He moved forward slightly, then turned to look back at you.
“Fine.”
“Five minutes.”
You smiled triumphantly, and took his hand, as you both walked to the bleachers to sit on them.
Immediately, his body relaxed, and his fatigue became more evident.
“What a liar.”
“I’m really not tired.”
“Whatever you say.”
A quiet silence filled the room for a while. The gym was peaceful— a place that reminded you of the first time you saw him play. Your friends had dragged you to watch the game, and at first you refused, rambling on about how you had a lot of projects to do, but seeing Law, you didn’t feel too bad about possibly missing due dates.
“...How was your day?” He asked, slightly awkward. Though you’ve been dating for a while now, he still wasn’t used to expressing proper care through words. He always showed care through his actions.
“Oh! It was fun!” You said, as he looked at you, listening intently.
“So, Luffy accidentally stole one of the teacher’s lunches, and refused to apologize… Then for some reason, Usopp got in trouble with Shachi, and Penguin.. Then they called me to…”
You continued rambling. Law loved listening to you— your voice, both a lullaby he’d find himself falling asleep to, and a song he wished to hear on loop.
Though, after a few minutes, while explaining something with hand gestures, his eyes started closing, and then-
Thump.
His head suddenly landed on your shoulder. You stopped talking. Then blinked. And blinked again.
“Law?” You asked.
“Mhm.” He hummed.
“You still awake?”
“Keep talking, pretty.” His voice was lazy, his guard down after falling half-asleep, yet that didn’t stop the heat from rising to your cheeks.
You decided to continue talking, hoping it’d get him to rest for longer. However, just a couple minutes later, his head slid down towards your lap.
You paused.
Silence filled the room.
Then, you chuckled, as silently as you could, hoping not to wake him up. His eyes were closed, and his breathing turned rhythmic.
Not tired, huh?
You smiled, then placed a hand in his hair, softly playing with it while he slept.
He looked a lot more peaceful this way— his mind was no longer filled with the expectations people had for him, or the stress that caught up to him everyday.
You stayed there, allowing him to rest. You might get scolded by the guards for staying in school this late, but you didn’t mind.
30 minutes later, his eyes started to flutter open, as he looked up at you. For a heartbeat, he seemed confused, until he realized what he was doing.
“Why am I on your lap?” He asked.
“You tell me.”
Immediately, he stood upright, a flustered mess. You almost thought he got whiplash for how fast he did.
He turned to look at you.
“I fell asleep?”
“Mhm.” You said, as he sighed.
“Dammit, I wasn’t supposed to.” He says, bringing a hand to his nose bridge.
“Yet you still did.”
“How long?”
“Thirty minutes.”
He looked at you in disbelief.
“What…? Wait, is the gate already-”
“Don’t worry, I talked to the guard.” Relief plastered his face.
“Right…” He paused, taking a moment to think. His eyes softened slightly.
“Thank you… For staying.”
You smiled, and then chuckled.
“Mandatory girlfriend duties.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of your head, then kissed your temple. You giggled as he let go, and pulled back.
“Getting so sweet on school grounds?”
“No one’s even here.”
You laughed even more, as he smiled at you fondly.
“Sorry for making you wait.” He said awkwardly, as he stood up and turned his head to you. You stood up as well, then took his hand, his breath hitching from the sudden contact.
“Don’t worry! Just don’t overwork yourself next time.”
“Hard ask.”
“Trafalgar Law.” You said sternly, squeezing his hand.
He paused, a tinge of fear in his eyes.
“Fine. I’ll try.” He said, as you smiled back at him, and began walking out of the court.
