"Photos?" Rosinante questions with confusion lacing his voice as he unlocks his apartment door, allowing you to enter first before he follows behind, you don't miss the slight blush dusting his cheeks as you pass him though. Cutie. "No, I don't know why they'd be taking photos of us."

The first thing you noticed upon entering the apartment building was how big it is, there's lots of space, labelled buzzers outside and most notable of all, elevators.

You'd assume it's not the cheapest place to live, almost making you wonder about Rosinante's job, whether he was being truthful about it or not.

But honestly, you're not sure how much paramedics get paid, besides you're barely dating so his job title is really none of your concern right now. 

Your eyes taking in the view of the inside as Rosinante removes his coat; there's huge windows that show off most of the city, the kitchen and dining area is joined to the living room, most of the walls are white so you'd assume they're not allowed to decorate, though there is a single wall that is painted a faint blue colour. There is a black corner sofa in the living room, facing a large flat screen TV and underneath that is a modern fireplace with a couple of framed photos on top of it - one looking like a young Rosinante standing with an older male donning an afro, considering the age gap, you'd assume that it's his adopted father, Sengoku. The other photograph is of a young boy with black hair, seemingly trying to hide his face under a white leopard-print hat, you can vaguely see little pale patches marking the kid's tan skin.

An ailment, maybe? 

However you're distracted from the image when a sudden bark booms in your ear, making you jump. Movement in the corner of your eye swiftly drawing your attention toward a massive white dog with it's hackles up, it's bark becoming more aggressive now that you've seen him. 

Shit, I'm gonna end up being mauled instead of shot tonight.

"It's okay, Bepo~! She's a friend~!" Rosinante attempts to calm the canine, joining you by your side and reaching out to touch your hand, but that just makes the dog more hostile, it's barks becoming louder and beginning to slightly resemble a howl, as if he were shouting out for help. 

It would seem he doesn't quite trust you around his owner.

"Bepo." A new laid-back voice sounds, immediately silencing the dog and causing your eyes to spring open wider, watching in pure shock as the furball turns and heads toward a man with dark hair, wearing a similar hat to what the kid in the photo was wearing but his skin is seemingly clearer...well, what little skin you can see anyway, considering the guy is wearing a hoodie. 

How did he stop the dog from freaking out so easily?!

His brows furrowing as he meets your gaze, a small frown etching into his features before his attention shifts toward Rosinante while his hand idly patting the dog's head as it sits by his side.

"What is she doing here?" The boy has a somewhat cold tone to his voice, something that causes your stomach to shrink and a sickly feeling to emerge, you had already been nervous about coming here but if you're unwelcome, that just makes it worse.

"I didn't expect you to be awake, Law." The blonde doesn't seem too fazed by the raven's slight crankiness at least, his hand tightening around yours as a grin spreads across his lips. "[F/n], this is my little brother! He may seem rude sometimes but don't take it personally, he's just shy~!"

"I-I'm not shy!!"

Looking at the two, they're are almost glaring contrasts of each other, like night and day.

But at least the younger sibling isn't a crime boss...well, you don't think so anyway. 

"[F/n] will be spending the night," Rosinante calmly explains, his voice taking on a somewhat more serious tone and immediately causing Law's face to slowly morph into a slight grimace. "She'll be sleeping in my room so don't walk in unannounced!" 

"I wouldn't dream of it." It would seem the boy's first impression of you isn't a very good one, his golden eyes watching as you nervously fidget for a moment before he finally murmurs. "Didn't you just have your first date?"

Oh, I see. He thinks I'm easy.

"It's not like that, I'll be sleeping on the couch." Rosi chimes and you can immediately tell Law isn't at all convinced but he doesn't stick around, merely grumbling under his breath and turning his back on you both before heading into what you assume is his bedroom, his dog following him inside before the door swings shut. 

"Okay....so, he hates me." You quietly observe to yourself, drawing a soft chuckle from Rosinante's lips as he pulls you into a warm hug, he seems hesitant with you once again but that could be because he's unsure if you'll want to see him again after this whole ordeal. 

Of course, whether it be due to bravery or stupidity, you do not scare easily.

Plus, you like this man, so you'll be sticking around for now.

Perhaps you'll even gain his sibling's respect. 

"He doesn't hate you, he's like that with everyone. He was once like that with me too." The sweet brother informs whilst gently tugging on your hand, guiding you down the hall and stopping at the first door on your right. "If you're staying here tonight you best know; this is the bathroom." He explains before moving onto the room his brother went into and gesturing toward it, you already know what he's going to say here. "This is Law's room." 

Yep, I gathered that. 

The cheerful blonde finally pulling you toward the third and final door just opposite his sibling's, opening it for you before stepping away, his cheerful expression never wavering. "And this is your room for the night, feel free to borrow one of my shirts if you need it." 

He hesitates again for a moment but ultimately deciding to press a quick kiss to your cheek, finally adding; "I understand you might be frightened so if you want to talk or anything, you know where the couch is." 

And with that, he makes his way back into the living room and leaves you to explore his space alone.

A small pout etching itself into your features as you slowly step into the handsome brother's room, the first thing you notice is the dark red theme he has splashed here and there; his bedsheets, curtains and lampshades are all a beautiful deep crimson colour.

Seems you've just found out one of his favourites without even needing to ask. 

The room itself is between messy and neat, there's a few things cluttered around but it's not like you can't see the floor or that anything is necessarily dirty, in fact the messiest thing you can see is little holes burnt into the bedsheets, the sight drawing a smile to your lips. 

He's such a klutz. 

Making your way over to the large mahogany wardrobe, you reach for the handles, about to pull the doors open when you suddenly hesitate. 

Sure, he said you could borrow a shirt but you still can't help feeling super intrusive. 

You stand for a moment like a statue before finally deciding to release the doors entirely, instead grabbing the used heart-patterned shirt hanging over a chair in the corner of the room, at least this way you're not rustling through his things.

You make sure to close the curtains before undressing, ending up in just your underwear whilst dropping the last of your clothing on his bed and slipping into his shirt, fastening the buttons as quickly as possible, mainly due to the irrational fear that him or his brother will walk on you. 

Of course that doesn't happen but hey, nobody could blame you for being cautious.

The shirt brings some comfort to you though, the distant smell of his cologne invading your nostrils as you huddle yourself up in the clothing, trying to ignore the small fluttery feeling inside your chest. 

It's like he's enveloping me...

Since it's already late, you decide to slip into Rosinante's bed with the intention to go straight to sleep, although it naturally doesn't go to plan. 

You find yourself getting distracted by the scent of his bed, it smells like him but also has a slight rosy aroma to it, you're not sure if that's due to his laundry detergent or his body wash but whatever it is, it's lovely. 

It doesn't take long for you to cuddle up to one of his spare pillows, lazily burying your face into it, almost as if you were laying with him.

Of course that doesn't last too long and you instead end up resting on your back while staring up at the ceiling, your eyes taking note of the little patterns and markings on the roof above you before you resort to counting sheep in another attempt to sleep but you just can't seem to drift off despite the fact that your eyes are starting to become unbearably sore. 

You can vaguely hear some muffled sounds through the wall however, as if Rosinante or Law is watching TV, but it's not the distant noise that's keeping you awake - it's actually your own brain. 

You're fretting over Bonney, Shanks, the bar, Rosinante, yourself.

What if Doflamingo's little underlings set the place alight? What if they know where your apartment is and sets that alight while Bonney is inside? 

Your overthinking is thankfully interrupted however when you hear Law's bedroom door finally open outside, slight rustling catching your ear as your eyes shift toward the clock sat on top of the nightstand; 6:00am.

Have I seriously been laying here for 4 hours, freaking out...?