Trafalgar Law, the emo boy of Grand Line High School, has a growing issue.

Namely, you.

You’re just someone he goes to school with, though you’d grown closer in junior year because you had been placed in English with him, and sat next to him for the year. It didn’t take long for the two of you to become close friends.

He thought you were so smart. Always getting good grades, understanding every topic perfectly– he held a certain fascination for you. You were funny, and kind, and compassionate– the list went on and on, it seemed. And you were, admittedly, attractive. You had a face so perfect in his eyes that the gods themselves might as well have crafted you.

There was just one issue. Law was a guy. And so were you.

And he didn’t know if you were… well, okay with that. Never asked, and probably never would. He risked losing what little he could have with you if he did. And so, he didn’t. Wouldn’t.

Still, even if he couldn’t tell you about it doesn’t mean he couldn't tell anyone about his dilemma. So here he is, in history class sat at the back with one of his closest confidants, Nami. Some worksheet that they were assigned has been completely forgotten as he rants to her about you again, and she listens intently.