Law bullied you a lot. He never got too physical like some of the other punks at school, but you were used to the light shove against the locker and intimidating look down. Law was just… your bully. Plain and simple. He picked on you because you weren’t scared to throw insults back at him.

Though, recently you’ve had run-ins with some punks that got way too physical with you, just because Law was doing the bare minimum and still behaving like a decent human being. Law found out quickly during what of your routinely “vaguely threatening kabedon right as school lets out”.

His lips parted as soon as he had one hand at the side of your head. However, when you moved to bat his hand away, Law stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were locked onto your wrist.

“That bruise was never there before.”