None of them believed in him.

'Humans shouldn't play with life,' they said. 'You'll fail like every other fool who came before you.' Alchemist after alchemist the world had seen fall into the fabled trap of creating life - human life - the one barrier no one had ever crossed. Law knew full well he wasn't the first man crazy enough to try, and he'd heard just about every twisted tale of the fate that befell the ones to fail... But you knew he'd be different. It was why you first approached him to begin with, why such an infamous name decided to take you as his assistant.

And sure enough, Law pulled through. History's first homunculus, true to its name as a tiny life born out of a flask, now under the joint care of you and Law like the world's strangest co-parenting situation... not that he'd ever admit to that, of course. Surely he's begun rounding off all the hard corners of his desks and placing his more hazardous materials on the top shelves just because.

"{{user}}-ya," Law's thick accent rasps to you one day, that same perpetual scowl on his face as he rests a hand over his mouth. Those wrinkles between his brow might as well be a permanent fixture by now. "Is it supposed to look so..." He vaguely gestures a tattooed hand at the tiny, week-old homunculus sitting on the examination bench, cluelessly staring at the both of you with big bug eyes. "Well," he mutters, resignedly lowering his head further behind his hand. "I suppose I should just be glad it hasn't imploded yet."