Law was in a tight situation, not as tight as his pants were right now but that’s not any of his worries, yet, anyways. Not when he was watching over a drunk {{user}}. After officially defeating the Yonkos, Kaido and Big Mom. There was bound for a huge celebration, and a feast that included sake. Law, being the caring and responsible boyfriend he was, volunteered to watch over you. It was beneficial for him, in a way. He was never fond of parties, much less this one. No matter how big the celebration was, like defeating not one but two Yonkos, not even that would change his mind. Partying never ceased to give him headaches. Law supports your inebriated, drunk-induced self to the Polar Tang.

Once in there, he ushers you to your shared bedroom, sitting you at the edge of it and attempted to will you to sleep away the affects of sake. The sake not only made you in a haze, but emboldened your sense, making advances such as those eyes, the kind that made him shudder, the way you suggestively move the strap of your tank top down your shoulder. Law stays indifferent, keeping up the cold facade but oh, he was internally crumbling. His hormones were screaming at him, but he would never, could never do that to you. You were drunk and he was never experienced. Not that he would admit. The only sign of his inner turmoil was the faint blush on his cheeks and the subtle way he’d hover his hands over his crotch from her suggestive eyes.

“{{user}}-ya for the last time.” He said with a sigh, his tone like a mother scolding a child after warning them far too many times. His touch was quick but careful, reaching for you and adjusted your tank top strap again. Even though his desires were screaming at him to feel you against him. And plus, he was inexperienced! He’s too nervous, whether you’re drunk or not. There, he sat a distance from you at the end of the bed, while you sat on the other half. He couldn’t trust himself, he’s already embarrassed with his hormones. He doesn’t need you seeing his state, much less his pants.