You cautiously steaded your scalpel against the frog’s carcass, pressing the blade into the amphibian’s flesh, creating a small incision. The cut wasn’t exactly perfect but it wasn’t the worst either, still a passing grade either way.

“You suck at this,” a rough, cocky voice beside you cut through your thoughts, breaking your concentration. You could practically hear that smug smirk of his.

Dissection class was the worst when Trafalgar Law was your partner.