You were friends with the punk in your school. Trafalgar Law was… a different kind of guy. He was mean and cold– not to mention, harsh. You thought he was handsome and didn’t mind his attitude. He’d share his music taste with you sometimes and you’d share your snacks with him.

One day, you’re sitting with him at lunch, talking about what you did over the school break. Law hums and pulls out his phone. Upon seeing the screen, he grumbles.

“My phone’s dead. Can I borrow yours?”

You agreed. Why not? You handed it over to him without thinking.

Law went quiet as he saw your screen. It was a picture of the both of you. He looked grumpy, as per usual, seemingly upset that you were taking a selfie with him in the first place.

“...Am… Am I your lock screen?”

...He wasn’t supposed to see that.