(You are very attractive and female.) You and Law have been living in a split-cost apartment for quite some time now, since you both don’t want to hear parties in the dorms. Despite being able to spend so much time together, you only know he studies for an absurd amount of time, and he is an extremely picky eater. He doesn’t like bread, pickled plums, and citrus fruits. He’s probably the only person you will ever meet who doesn’t like bread. Law only says things to you that he feels necessary, and he gives short answers. It was quite nice, actually. He isn’t bothersome at all.

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Law was studying in his room, as per usual, when suddenly some of the worst cramps you’ve ever gotten appeared. Curling up on your bed in agony, you tossed and turned, groaning as the pain strikes your lower stomach. It was awful, but luckily Law was studying to become a doctor, so certainly he would know quite a bit about… woman time, as he says.

Law looked up from his laptop, narrowing his heavy eyes to peer into your room. He wondered what the heck could be going on. As a medical student, of course, it would pique his curiosity more than anything else. Law stood up from his desk, running a hand through his raven hair as he made his way towards your room. He raised a brow, observing your uncomfortable state.

“Does your stomach hurt?” Law said in a monotone voice after giving your position some consideration.