Sometimes, you wondered whether the place you went to 5 days of the week was a university or a mental asylum. Today was one of those days, and the worst part about it was that you yourself were one of the people whose sanity you questioned profoundly.

And it was all thanks to him.

Trafalgar Law, the devil incarnate who had somehow made it his mission to turn your life into a living hell. It had been two weeks ever since your encounter with him after you'd gotten your tests back. Two weeks since that infuriatingly attractive bastard had turned you into a blushing, stuttering mess and then proceeded to leave you standing there like an idiot.
But that was in the past. From now on, you wouldn't let him get to you ever again.

Ok, who exactly were you trying to fool?

At the very least he'd left you alone since then, save for a few glances and smirks that had affected you more than you'd ever admit out loud. Even though procrastination and anxiety were two of your closest companions during examination period, you'd never been so grateful for said span of time before, because apparently, it made Law focus on studying instead of you.

But examination period also managed to transform pretty much all the students into hysteric lunatics, which brought your thoughts back to the present day. Since you were finding it increasingly hard to study at home (too many distractions) you'd decided to pay the library a visit earlier this day, but it had been packed all morning, making you begrudgingly take your stuff back home with you and at least try and get some work done (and not just spend the day binge-watching your favourite 90s Sitcom).

Now it was late afternoon, and you were once again visiting the library, now hoping for pure, pleasant peace and quiet.
As it turned out, you were indeed lucky – most of the other students who'd started out earlier in the day had left already, with only a few remaining, who were scattered all around the large hall.

Setting your stuff down on an empty table in a more secluded corner, you realized you'd forgotten to bring along your neurology textbook. Since you were in the main library, which housed quite a large collection of medical literature, you were sure there'd be another copy around for you to borrow. Since the place was mostly empty and all the present students were engrossed in their studying, you left your stuff, save your wallet and phone, back at your table while you navigated your way through the aisles.

Momentarily distracted by some noise in the background, your thoughts drifted back to the conversation you'd had with your friends a few days ago. You had been determined not to tell them about what had... happened? Not happened? Between Law and you, but the spawn of Satan (also known as Portgas D. Ace) had managed to expose you.

It was lunch, and as usual, all of you had been sitting together, talking about the events of the day. Ace and Luffy had just made their way over to you, and before they had even sat down, Ace had addressed you:

"Hey (Y/N)! You never did tell me what or who left you in that flustered state the other day!" All eyes were on you immediately. Oh, how you had wanted to wipe that shit-eating grin off Ace's face. But instead, you just settled for playing it cool.
"Oh, that? I was just so happy with my results of that test I was so excited about. Remember guys? I was so nervous about it for weeks."

Most of your friends had seemed satisfied with your answer, going back to bad-mouthing teachers or – in Luffy's case – wolfing down their food, but Nami and Robin had looked at you like they knew exactly what had really happened.
A blush and a roll of your eyes was all they got out of you, though.

What was it about raven-haired guys that made them the worst human beings to ever torment planet earth?

Willing your thoughts to return to the present, you had finally arrived at the bookshelf you'd been looking for – but when you managed to locate the book you needed, you begrudgingly discovered that it was located on one of the higher shelves, making it difficult to reach.
Ugh.

Not wanting to walk all the way back to the front of the hall to ask one of the library's staff for help, you instead leaned on your toes and stretched as far as your arms would allow. Your fingers just barely grazed the back of the book. Come on!
Stretching every muscle in your body (at least that's what it felt like – you couldn't remember the last time you made use of your gym membership ), you let out a quiet chant of "Please please please" as you desperately tried to reach the book.

Suddenly, you felt another body pressing up against yours from behind, definitely closer than what could be considered a coincidence, making you let out a small squeak. A long arm reached out to easily grab the book from above, the person letting their fingers graze yours ever so briefly as they did so.

The tattooed letters on the back of said fingers left no room for speculations on who it might have been, though.

Fully dumbfounded and unable to react, you felt his goatee brush against your neck as he whispered in your ear from behind:
"I quite like the sound of you begging, (Y/N)-ya. It suits you."

Either this was a very, very realistic dream nightmare, or you were beginning to display psychotic symptoms, supporting your theory about this place was actually a mental asylum.

But then you felt the hand that wasn't holding the book sneak itself under your shirt and softly skim over your hip bones, making you let out a small gasp as you had to admit that yes, this was really happening. Needless to say, your small sound of surprise had not gone unnoticed as you felt him smirk against your ear.

Get yourself together, (Y/N)! It's not like you're one of his fangirls!

Taking a deep breath, you tried to sound as calm and collected as possible and failed miserably: "Would you mind letting go of me, Law? I don't appreciate being harassed while I'm supposed to be studying."
Seemingly unfazed by your words, he ever so slowly removed his hand from under your shirt, but not before "accidentally" letting his nail graze your hip bone, causing you to shiver.
"I didn't know harassment was enjoyable, (Y/N)-ya."

Finally regaining some of your composure, you turned around, only to be faced with an intense gaze from his piercing eyes. He was still way too close for comfort and silently, you wondered whether it would've been better not to face him. The way he was looking at you was... doing things to you. And you didn't know whether to jump him or strangle him for it.

Unable to look at him anymore without blushing profusely, you quickly buried your head between your hands to hide the redness quickly spreading over your cheeks, letting out an exasperated groan.

"Seriously Law, can't you just leave me alone? I know you hate me and love to make my life a living hell, but we both really have something better to do right-"
"Why would I hate you?" He asked calmly, and if you didn't know better, you'd have thought he actually sounded curious. But he was probably just awaiting his next chance to make you feel like an idiot.

Letting out another sigh of annoyance, you gathered all the courage you could muster, then faced him directly as you answered:

"You hate me because other than seemingly everyone else here, I don't worship the ground you're walking on. You may be used to getting treated like some kind of god and you sure as hell act like it, but you won't ever get that from me. You're a total control freak and I'm the one person who's doing everything in her will not to be some pawn in your petty game of dominance or whatever it is you're trying to accomplish by putting me down."

Wow, that had been by far the longest you'd ever spoken to him.
But even though you felt like you had delivered your little speech with all of your bottled-up anger and vigor, Law didn't seem fazed at all.

He was indeed still smirking down at you, the look in his eyes having become even more dangerous than before, it seemed. But this time, he didn't look like a self-absorbed jerk whose face you badly wanted to punch, no – right now, he looked sexy and powerful and oh God no, you were in trouble.

Abort mission, (Y/N)! Get out of here, NOW!

As if he had read your thoughts, he moved his body even closer to yours than before, effectively trapping you between him and the large bookshelf behind you, with no escape in sight. And then he spoke.

"You know what they say, (Y/N). The feistier the person, the more pleasurable the domination."

Unable to hide your blush this time, you quickly tried to somehow take back control over the situation (but seriously, had you even had it to begin with?)
"You-you uhm... speaking from experience?" was all you could muster in your flushed state, the way you were reacting to his words and his smoldering gaze seemingly amusing him to no end.
Leaning in so his warm lips just slightly grazed your earlobe, he whispered:

"I'm just imagining what it would be like with you."

And that's all it took for your brain to turn into complete mush, your heartbeat to speed up dangerously and your body to feel like it was burning up. He was so close, you could feel his hot breath against your neck, feel the warmth of his body against yours.

It would be so easy to just give in and let him have you, to find out what it would feel like to have him touch you, to feel those lips against yours, to rake your fingers through his hair, to-

THUMP.

Not paying any attention to your surroundings, you'd managed to knock off one of the larger books on the shelves, the sound of it hitting the ground startling you and breaking the spell he'd had you under just seconds before.

As quickly as possible, you ducked underneath his arm, finally escaping his hold and gaining some space to breathe.

"You pervert. Have fun rotting in your filthy fantasies, I'm going home." you huffed. Your mind still overwhelmed by... whatever that had been, you decided the best option was to flee the situation as quickly as possible, before he'd somehow trap you again.

Because, being completely honest with yourself, you didn't really know what would've happened had that book not interrupted the both of you, and you did NOT want to find out. Definitely not.

Without taking another look at him, you quickly made your way out of the aisle, still hearing his smug chuckle from behind you as you walked away.

Only when you'd quickly gathered your stuff from the table you left it at and made your way through the front door did you realize that he'd just ruined any chances you'd had of studying in peace this afternoon.

Obviously, you couldn't have stayed in the library with him, but not even hours later, in the comfort of your own apartment, were you able to keep your mind off him.

You hated him. SO much.

Once again, he had ruined your day. But next time, you wouldn't let him catch you off guard again. Originally, you had tried to just stay out of his way, to mind your own business and ignore him in hopes of him losing his interest in bullying you. But since that obviously hadn't worked out, you'd have to settle for something else.

Retaliation.