ᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘᴀᴅᴇꜱ

Birthday Bash!

Law: What are you, 12? Grow up.

Y/n: :,(

Law: In any case, are you serious about coming over?

Y/n: When have I ever lied to you?

Law: ...

Law: Need I answer that?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: I suppose not.

Y/n: And yes, I'm coming over. Be there in five!

Y/n: Make that twenty! Also, can you send me your address? I might have forgotten it.

Law: You've been over several times already...

Y/n: I've got the memory of pea.

Law: ...

Law: Fine, but don't create a ruckus and don't bring along any unnecessary company.

Law: And I expect you to leave before nightfall.

Y/n: Roger that, cap! Ttyl!

Law tossed his phone aside and walked over to his kitchen to retrieve a bottle of his finest brandy. He'd need if he was to survive a day with you. It wasn't that he was insinuating you would be a headache-- no, you were definitely going to be a handful to deal with.

In order to tolerate you, he'd need at least a glassful of alcohol to dull the oncoming headache.

The first thing he did was walk into his pantry and fish out the largest cask of brandy he could find. The second was opening the large windows overlooking the city and the door to his roofed balcony, allowing the crisp, October wind to blow through his stuffy place.

It was beautiful outside. It being fall, the sun was already starting to dip low in the sky, sending hues of orange and pink across the blue canvas.

The warmth of the last rays enveloped his body in a light embrace, giving him a moment of clarity to process his jumbled thoughts.

When he wasn't at home, he was at work. As a bachelors working for his masters, his time at the university hospital was eating up what little freedom he had. Sure, the pay as a med student/intern wasn't the worst, but it was far from the best. At least he had his foot in the door, right? Maybe he'd get the opportunity to climb up the ladder at some point or something.

That was the plan, at least.

The ravenette shrugged off his coat and scrubbed at the lines on his face before heading over to his room to take a quick nap.

Before he laid down on his bed, he stopped by his desk, seeing the preserved spotted flower that you had given him all those years ago. He walked over to it and touched the end of its brittle petal before dropping his hand for fear that it would break. How long had he been holding onto it? Why was he still holding onto it, was the real question.

Maybe it was because it had been one of the first gifts someone had ever given him...

A large frown curved his face as he drew back, walking over to his bed to take a quick nap.

He was awoken to a rhythm of knocks thirty minutes later, abruptly waking him up from his little rest session.

He groggily walked out of his bedroom and padded over to the front door, leaning against the side of it as he swung it open. You were standing on the other side rubbing at your frozen hands as you pulled up your scarf even higher, almost covering the entirety of your face with it to stave off the cold. Upon realizing that the door had opened, you stopped warming your hands and moved to stare up at the ravenette. Your eyes glimmered under the sun, your entire demeanor changing the minute you saw him.