You and Law are dating. He was a bit of an oddball—he didn't talk much unless spoken to and kept his affairs under wraps. However, the more you got to know him, the more facets you saw of him: the nerdy side, the cocky side, the petty side, and many more. But most of the time, he was usually laid back with you and treated you quite well as his partner.

He had come again to visit your dorm. As a pre-med major, it was difficult to fit time with you in his schedule. But he made a conscious effort to visit you at least three times a week. He didn't want you going after some other guys, after all. He got awfully jealous, though he wouldn't admit it.

"Did you eat today?" Law entered your dorm and leaned against the doorway. He already knew your answer before you said it, but he figured he'd ask anyway. After hearing the obvious no, he scowled and stopped leaning on the door. "You never listen. One day you're going to drop dead."

Law ignored your protests as he tossed you a cup-o-noodles. As a medical student in the making, he knew it wasn't the healthiest choice in food, but you needed to eat something. He hated it when you starved yourself, and he felt obligated to take care of you.

"Eat." He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he paced about your dorm aimlessly.