Pulling My Strings 〆『Law x Reader』

F/N's P.O.V.

         As expected, yesterday's training had its consequences. Just rolling over in my bed was draining, muscles contracting as I slid onto my stomach.

"Ugh," I groaned quietly into my pillow, wrapping my arms tightly around it as if I might fall into oblivion if I let go.

For some reason, I felt extra relaxed, like all of my stress had been lifted off of my shoulders. When I trained yesterday, I had used that frustration as my drive of energy, and it seems like it took a load off of me. My sleep uninterrupted.

I slid my eyes open, accepting that I wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep. The sun shone through my windows and lit up my room. I stared blankly at the wall, fiddling with the end of my pillowcase.

          My cheek was squished against my arm and blocked part of my vision. I shifted my shoulders, spine cracking with the movement. The relaxing sound of squawking gulls above the sub allowed me to collect my thoughts of the past few days.

          I need to tell Nami to not interfere with me and Law anymore. I thought to myself as I sighed, my shoulders sagging. It's a lot of pressure and I'd rather figure out my feelings alone.

Dread filled me at the though of me actually having to confess. The only time I owned up to something was when I was a child and broke a vase in someones house.

My shoulder started cramping from laying on it at an odd angle, making me flip onto my side so that I was facing the other wall.

        "Wha—!" I shot up in my bed, looking down at the person sleeping next to me. My heart was beating out of my chest as I took a deep breath.

"L-Law?" I whispered as I leaned over him, looking at his tired face. He was sleeping on his side, facing me.

How many times am I going to wake up with this man in my bed.

His lips were slightly parted with a light snore escaping with each breath. Usually he'd have a very stern and strict expression, but while sleeping he looked so at peace.

          But even though he's exhausted, I'm not going to be the nice guy today. After realizing my feelings, yet still being confused and in denial about them, I don't want to be unintentionally provoked.

           "Oi, Captain." I lightly shook his arm, trying to wake him. The muscle under his shirt was hard and strong, and the longing to run my fingers over what lied beneath the fabric crept up on me. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the urge.

"Hmph.." Law groaned in discomfort, shivering as cold air blew over the exposed skin that connected his neck to his shoulder.

"Wake up before I chop off the only thing that gives you pride~" I whispered in a soft yet harsh tone in his ear.

He slowly pushed up on the bed, eyes still half closed with sleep. "Damnit woman. I'm tired—," He cut himself off with a yawn.

I poked him in the forehead making him swat my hand away and rub the place where I prodded him. "What are you doing here? This is like the second or third time I've awoken with you here."

"Sorry. You were tired and delusion. And ended up pulling me in bed, and I was too exhausted to resist anyways." Law explained, a hint of shame in his voice.

             I sat back on my knees, the bed sinking slightly with my weight. My heart spiked when I realized I was only wearing under garments and one of Law's shirts.