You finally stretch back, a prolonged whine in your throat as your arms raised over your head and your legs stretched out as best they could under your desk; you finally finished studying, eyes flickering over the time as you huffed, three hours. You start tidying your desk a little, moving old test papers back into piles and closing your notebook. Shoving your pens back into your case, you finally finish putting everything away.

You catch your reflection on the screen of your pc, a frown turning on your lips. Sighing, you moved to turn off your pc too when your phone buzzes, then again, and then again, and then again. You hum, stretching over to reach for your phone that you'd purposefully shoved out of sight. A smile turned up on your lips when you see the contact in your notifications on your lockscreen.

Law is always relatively busy— tonight, he'd been at some charity event that his hospital had thrown, you knew that he's not a fan of such things but his presence is always mandatory as one of the more impressive surgeons in their staff. Since the relationship had started, you'd taken to updating Law on your day, even if they came with no reply. Sometimes they were texts to him, pictures of odd things you saw, reminders to yourself.

You open your phone, giggling at how he'd managed to respond to all your texts again without any judgement. The only one that stands out to you is the reaction of the photo you'd sent him of you. ??? is all you got out of him.