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Law was staring at Zoro, eyebrows furrowed. His boyfriend stood in front of him, arms crossed, looking more serious than usual. Nothing in Zoro’s posture announced good news.

“You wanted to talk?” Law asked, a hint of worry in his voice. All he had gotten earlier was a “we need to talk” text, with no further explanation.

Zoro took a deep breath.

“I want us to break up.”

The world seemed to slip. Law felt something snap inside him, clean and abrupt, like a taut rope suddenly giving way. He froze, unable to form a response for several seconds.

“Break… up?” he repeated, as if he needed to say the word twice for it to actually exist. “Why?”

Zoro dropped his eyes briefly, then lifted them again. “I don’t feel like I belong in our relationship anymore. I feel like… we’ve lost ourselves.”

Law frowned, trying to gather the pieces. “We’ve lost ourselves, or you’ve pulled away? Because I’ve been here. I was always here.”

Zoro gave a dry laugh. “You’re here physically, Law. But emotionally? You’re always in your own world. Always cold, distant… goth, punk, whatever. No warmth. No sign of anything. It’s like living with a wall.”

The remark hit him straight in the chest. He stepped back, stunned.

“You knew what I was like when you met me, Zoro. I never pretended to be someone openly affectionate. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t love you.”

“I’m not saying you didn’t love me,” Zoro sighed. “But I also needed to be loved in a certain way. I followed you into your world, into your silences, into those long nights you locked yourself away in your lab or listened to your dark bands. I tried.”

“And what about me? You think it’s easy being with someone who trains all the time and avoids serious conversations like the plague? You think I didn’t sacrifice anything?”

Zoro looked away. He hesitated, then continued, softer. “I know I was harsh sometimes. That I made mistakes. But I felt… lonely, Law. Even with you. And I think you were lonely too, deep down. We drifted apart, and pretended everything was fine.”

A heavy silence settled. Law stared at the floor, jaw tight, fists clenched.

“I loved you, Zoro. Truly. Even if it wasn’t the way you expected.”

“I know. And I loved you too. That’s what makes it so hard.”

Zoro grabbed the bag he had placed near the door. His movements were quick, precise. He had clearly already made his decision.

Law watched him, unable to move. It felt like he was witnessing a slow, painful dream. Or a nightmare.

“So that’s it?” he murmured.

Zoro nodded. “I think we need distance. To heal. Maybe we can be friends again someday.”

Law let out a shaky breath. “And what if I don’t want to be just your friend?”

Zoro paused mid-movement. He looked up, and for a split second, something flickered in his gaze. A crack. A shared pain.

“Then we’ll have to let time help us grieve.”

He opened the door, then turned one last time toward Law. “Take care of yourself. Despite everything… you’ll always have a place in me.”

Law didn’t respond. He simply nodded, unable to speak. He stayed there, motionless, as Zoro disappeared from sight.

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Silence fell again, brutally.

Law collapsed onto the sofa, unable to hold back the flood of thoughts rushing in. The apartment suddenly seemed bigger. Emptier. As if all the air had left with Zoro.

He stayed there for a long time, staring at the ceiling without seeing it, reliving their moments together. The muffled laughs. The pillow fights. The quiet, tender silences. The arguments. The reconciliations.

All of that now belonged to a frozen past. A turned page — even though he hadn’t had time to finish reading it.

He got up mechanically and walked to their bedroom. The evening light filtered through the half-drawn curtains. The bed, still half unmade, seemed to keep Zoro’s shape.

Law sat down slowly, running a hand over the sheets. The solitude settled in, heavy and suffocating. A tear slid down his cheek — and he didn’t wipe it away.

He wasn’t crying because Zoro was gone. He was crying because he’d never told him how much he meant. Because he’d thought simply staying — even in silence — was enough to love.

But sometimes, that isn’t enough.

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The two weeks after the breakup were long. Strangely long.

Law had thought that calmly accepting Zoro’s decision would make the pain fade faster. He had been wrong.

He spent his days locked in the apartment, trying to drown the silence in medical textbooks and piled-up course files. But nothing worked. His thoughts always drifted back to Zoro. Memories resurfaced at the slightest detail — a mug identical to the one they used in the morning, a song on the radio, a hoodie forgotten at the bottom of a drawer. The nights were the worst: the apartment plunged into darkness made the absence painfully sharp.

He knew he needed distance to rebuild himself. So, one morning, without thinking, he went out. Just to feel the air on his face. He walked the streets aimlessly… until he found himself, without even realizing it, in front of a small corner café he had heard about but never entered.

A slow punk song sifted through the air from inside. The ochre-tinted walls, decorated with old underground band posters, exuded a familiar warmth as soon as he stepped in.

A soft scent drifted in the air: a disconcerting mix of hot fuel (probably from the espresso machine), cinnamon, and caramel.

Law felt his shoulders loosen immediately.

This wasn’t their apartment. These weren’t their memories.

He walked to the counter, letting his gaze wander across the shelves stacked with worn manga, spiky-haired figurines, and even some rough-covered, handmade fanzines. He felt like he had stepped into a little bubble left just for him.

“Coffee for Law?”

He almost jumped. The server behind the counter — a blond with surprisingly bright eyes — was smiling at him. A real smile, nothing forced about it.

“Yeah… that’s me.”

“€2.50, please.”

Law paid without really thinking, lost in the strange contrast between the barista’s natural ease and the storm he’d been carrying around in silence for days.

Before heading to a table near the windows, he glanced at the name badge pinned to the blond’s chest: Sanji.

He sat down, shoulders slightly hunched, hands wrapped tightly around the warm mug as if it were the only solid thing to hold on to. He watched Sanji serve other customers, joke with two students, place a plate on a table with a small laugh — everything seemed so easy. Effortless.

A faint frown creased Law’s face.

Why… did that energy feel good?

Maybe because, without knowing it, Sanji had reminded him that there were still people capable of smiling so sincerely.

He shook his head slightly, embarrassed by his own thoughts. This wasn’t the time to be distracted by a stranger.

And yet… He couldn’t help but glance at the blond again.

Something fascinated him. Maybe the warmth he radiated. Or the sharp contrast between this bright stranger… and his own darkness.

Law was still lost in thought when a gentle voice pulled him out of it:

“More coffee? Looks like you’ve been sitting here for a while.”

He looked up in surprise to see Sanji standing by his table. Up close, his sky-blue eyes were almost soothing.

“Yeah… I was just reading and… enjoying the calm here.”

“What are you reading?”

Law glanced down at his book. “A… medical anatomy textbook. Not exactly fun.”

Sanji narrowed his eyes, amused.

“Future doctor?”

“Cardiac surgeon, if all goes well.”

A low whistle escaped the blond’s lips.

“Well, for a guy with the word death tattooed on his fingers, that’s pretty unexpected.”

Law raised a brow, caught off guard. He looked down at his fingers, suddenly embarrassed.

“I guess I don’t look like the typical perfect doctor.”

“No,” Sanji confirmed, offering a sincere smile. “But… it’s unique. And it suits you.”

A subtle warmth rose in Law’s chest. He looked away, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips.

“I just… like to stand out.”

“Then here’s something to help you stand out a little more,” Sanji said, placing a small apple tart on the edge of the table. “On the house. Our future punk doctor won’t survive long on just coffee.”

Law sat there, speechless for a moment. The sweet smell of apple and freshly baked crust sent a slight shiver through him.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had given him something… without expecting anything in return.

“Thank you… really. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m Sanji, by the way. And you’re Law… if I’m not mistaken?” he added, glancing at the manual.

“That’s right,” Law answered, a little softer than he meant to. “Nice to meet you, Sanji.”

“Pleasure’s all mine. Good luck with your studies, future surgeon.”

Sanji gave him a quick wink before heading back behind the counter.

Law remained still for a few seconds, fingers resting on the still-warm plate.

He found himself smiling. A real smile. Tiny, fragile… but real.

And one small thought, as quiet as a heartbeat, crossed his mind:

Maybe… not everything is completely lost.

🖤🩵

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Law realized, without really knowing when it had started, that Zoro was occupying his thoughts less and less. The place he had reserved for him in his memory was slowly being filled by another face – Sanji’s, with his light eyes and easy smile.

He tried to convince himself that it wasn’t anything serious. Just a simple attraction, a small ray of light in a dark time. Nothing more. But he had to admit it: Sanji’s features were imprinting themselves in his mind with a troubling persistence.

He’d caught himself waiting for the moment when the café door would open. Not for the tea, nor the atmosphere, nor even the familiar posters.
But simply to see him.

Every day, he told himself he’d only drop by for a quick visit. And every day, he stayed a little longer.

That Tuesday afternoon, the air outside was a little colder, heavy with humidity. When he entered the café, the warm smell of cinnamon and baked sugar wrapped around him like a coat. A soft punk song with melancholic chords drifted through the air. A few muffled laughs came from a table near the window. Law sat down at his usual place, near the manga shelf, an anatomy manual open in front of him.

But his concentration only lasted a few minutes.

He suddenly heard that voice.

— Hey Law. How are you today?

Law looked up. Sanji was standing right beside him, a tray in his hand. His smile was disarmingly natural. Law felt a warmth bloom deep in his chest, almost painful.

— Hey Sanji. I’m fine, thank you. And you?

He forced himself to keep his tone neutral, as though his heart hadn’t already started racing. He sat up a bit straighter, trying to push away the too-vivid images of those clear eyes.

— Better now that I’ve seen you.

The answer caught him off guard. For a second, his breath caught. He… really said that?

Law lowered his gaze to his manual, hoping to hide the blush burning his cheeks.

— Oh yeah? And why’s that? — he asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

Sanji shrugged, perfectly honest.

— I don’t know… you’ve become my favorite customer.

A shiver ran up Law’s neck. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and let out a barely audible chuckle.

— Really? I’m honored. And here I thought I was just a punk loitering here every day…

— You’re more than just a punk, Law. It’s always nice to see you.

This time, the words went straight through him. He looked away, as if to stop Sanji from reading his thoughts in his eyes.

— That’s… kind of you to say. I admit I like coming here. And… seeing you too.

A short but charged silence. Then Sanji continued, a slight smirk on his lips:

— Is there someone in your life, Law?

Law felt his heart leap.
He tightened his grip on the cup.

— No… no one. I just got out of a breakup, so…

He bit his lip at the sting of the memory. By reflex, he ran a hand through his hair, as if to chase away Zoro’s lingering ghost.

— Really? How long ago?

Law frowned slightly, staring into the dark surface of his tea before replying in a lower voice:

— A bit over a month.

Sanji didn’t respond right away. He looked at him, calm and gentle.

— I don’t understand that person, he finally said. If I had been with you, I never would have let you slip through my fingers.

Law froze. Time seemed to stop for a few seconds. His cheeks burned, his pulse quickened as the words kept repeating in his head.
He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken to him like that. With such sincerity.

— Y… you really think that? — he whispered, unable to hide his surprise.

Sanji nodded without hesitation.

— After all, sexy punks don’t grow on trees.

A real laugh escaped Law, soft and uncontrollable.

He covered his mouth with one hand, slightly embarrassed.

— So… you think I’m sexy?

— Maybe, Sanji replied, eyes sparkling with amusement.

Law took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

— And… since when have you found me attractive?

— Since the very first day, Sanji answered without a hint of hesitation.

Law was speechless for a moment. He nervously played with the rim of his cup, a bolder smile appearing on his lips.

— Since the first day, huh… Then why didn’t you say something sooner?

Sanji tilted his head, blond bangs falling across his forehead.

— And you? I’ve seen your looks.

Law’s ears grew hot.

— What looks…?

— Some hungry ones. Interested.

Law took a sip of tea to hide the fact that he was clearly blushing.

— Is that how you see me? Someone… hungry and interested?

Sanji stared at him for a moment, something tender in his gaze.

— I believe the attraction is mutual.

Law slowly put down his cup.
He held his gaze, his voice a bit deeper, almost shy:

— It’s true. The attraction is mutual.

Sanji seemed satisfied with the answer. A light smile touched his lips.

— I finish my shift at 6 pm.

Law immediately checked the time, as if it would help him stay grounded in reality.

— 6 pm, huh… Alright. Then I’ll wait for you after your shift.

Sanji walked away, hands in the pockets of his apron.

— I’m looking forward to it.

Law stayed alone at his table, heart pounding in his chest.
The café had never felt so warm, nor the air so gentle.

And for the first time in a long time, it wasn’t Zoro he had in mind.

It was Sanji.

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When he saw Sanji step out of the café at the end of his shift, Law felt something gently tighten in his chest.

It wasn’t the Sanji smiling behind a counter, nor the one in a flour-stained black apron. It was a different Sanji — wearing dark jeans, an open shirt and a long coat that highlighted his silhouette. He looked far more elegant than Law had ever imagined… almost too elegant for him.

He unconsciously bit the inside of his cheek.

Him, with his piercings, leather coat and visible tattoos… and Sanji, graceful and refined like someone straight out of a magazine.

A brief glance around told him other people were watching them. Two students whispered as they walked by. A young man stared a bit too long.

Law felt a flicker of discomfort in his stomach.

But when Sanji turned to him with a calm smile, everything else seemed to fade.

He focused on him. Only him.

They walked side by side down the tree-lined street. Dry leaves crunched beneath their feet. The sky turned violet and the streetlights lit up one by one, casting a golden glow on the cobblestones.

Sanji told him about his day. The morning regulars, the coworker who came in late, a customer who spilled his cappuccino… And Law listened silently, nodding or quietly adding a comment. He realized that listening to Sanji made him feel good. His voice, the way he laughed at his own stories, the little gestures of his hands… all of it soothed him, without him really knowing why.

— I’m from France, Sanji suddenly said.

Law raised a brow, intrigued.
That explained the slight accent, that particular rhythm in his sentences.

— Ah, you’re from France? No wonder your Japanese sounds a little… different, he teased, a discreet smile on his lips.

Sanji grimaced a bit, embarrassed.

— Is it really that obvious? You noticed?

— Of course I noticed. Your accent is actually… pretty strong, Law admitted, smiling wider.

— I hope it doesn’t make me lose points, Sanji laughed.

Law laughed too, shaking his head.

— On the contrary… it makes you even more attractive.

Sanji looked up at him, amused spark in his eyes.

— Oh? Have you ever had a foreign boyfriend?

Law briefly glanced down at the sidewalk before brushing away a strand of hair from his eyes.

— No. Two exes… both Japanese. Never had a foreigner in my life, he said honestly.

Sanji gave him a confident, almost provocative smile.

— Then I get the chance to be more special than them. And… you’ll get to enjoy another language.

Law felt his cheeks heat involuntarily.

He turned his head away, but couldn’t stop smiling.

— That’s true… hearing another language during… intimacy could be interesting.

Sanji slowed down slightly, moving a little closer.

— Do you ever think about our intimacy? he murmured in a low voice. You know what they say about the French?

Law looked at him, intrigued.

— Oh yeah? And what do they say about the French?

— That they’re charming… romantic… and very passionate in bed.

The last words echoed in Law’s mind.

A shiver ran down his spine. He swallowed.

— Passionate in bed, huh? Are you planning to prove it to me? he asked softly, a little more provocatively, his gaze turning intense.

— That depends. Do you want a Frenchman in your bed tonight?

Law fell silent for a moment, his throat suddenly tight. His heart was beating so hard it echoed in his temples.

The street lights reflected in Sanji’s blond hair, and Law thought — almost dizzy — that he was the most attractive man he had ever seen.

— Are you being serious?… Would you really be ready… tonight? he finally asked, voice low.

Sanji stopped, then took a step toward him. A soft, almost tender smile lifted his lips.

— I can wait, if you want.
After all, I haven’t even told you yet that I really like you. That you’re the sexiest punk I’ve ever seen. And that I’d like to be your boyfriend.

Law’s breath caught.
It was simple. Brutally honest. And disarmingly gentle.

— You… you really think all that about me? he murmured, brushing a dark strand from his forehead.

— I really do, chéri.

The French word slipped through the air like a caress. Law’s knees went weak, a fierce blush creeping up his cheeks.

— Ch… chéri…? he repeated, almost trembling.

Sanji smiled mischievously, then continued lighter:

— Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. What if we start with a drink?

Law let out a small breath, as if finding his footing again. He nodded, heart still hammering.

— A drink sounds… perfect. Yeah. We can get to know each other.

— Perfect. I know a really nice spot. Let me take you there.

Law followed him, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, a shy smile lingering on his lips.
A quiet voice in the back of his mind whispered that this evening might be the beginning of something.

🖤🩵

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Law listened to Sanji speak, soaking in every word as one would savor a fine wine.

He learned that Sanji loved wine — which, coming from a Frenchman, only half-surprised him — and that he was studying haute cuisine in the hope of becoming a great chef. When he found out Sanji was only twenty-one, a strange warmth spread through his chest. Five years separated them… and yet, Sanji never struck him as younger. His maturity, his ease, his gentleness… all of it made Law feel as if he were facing someone incredibly solid.

And he found himself even more attracted.

They were now sitting at a small round table in a cozy wine bar, bathed in amber light. Behind them, a shelf filled with vintage bottles added a sweet perfume to the air. A few low conversations murmured around them, punctuated by the soft clinking of glasses.

Sanji talked, and Law nodded periodically, almost silent.

— “You haven’t said a word since we sat down,” Sanji remarked with a half-smile. “Talk to me a bit.”

Law raised his eyes toward him, fingers wrapped around his glass.

— “What do you want to know?”

— “Anything you want to share.”

Those simple words had a strange effect on him — a soft kind of permission to open up. He took a breath.

— “Alright… well… I’m a med student. One year left before I graduate. And I’m twenty-six.”

Sanji smiled gently.

— “Have you always lived here in Japan?”

— “Yes, only here. I never really left… except for a few trips for school,” he said, looking absently at the ruby color of his wine.

— “What kind of trips?”

Law took a moment to think, then calmly replied:

— “Congresses, internships… Spain, Italy, Germany, Russia, the U.S., Australia. But… it was always for work. Never for fun.”

Sanji made a small, sympathetic face.

— “Too bad it was only for your studies.”

Law shook his head with a soft laugh, brushing a dark lock from his forehead.

— “Yeah… I wish I could travel just for pleasure. And you? You’ve traveled quite a bit, right?”

Sanji nodded.

— “I lived in France until I was twelve. Then in Belgium until I was sixteen. After that, I moved around a lot… and ended up here for school.”

Law listened attentively, fascinated by every detail.

— “Did you like living there? And… why choose Japan?”

— “My adoptive father’s Japanese. I wanted to discover his origins. And… yes, I liked Europe. It’s different… a different way of thinking.”

Law nodded slowly.

— “Yeah… Europe and Asia are totally different. What struck you the most?”

— “People in Japan respect age more… and they apologise all the time,” Sanji said with a little laugh. “Oh, and you always have to take your shoes off! And the food is completely different.”

— “Seems like you summed it up pretty well,” Law replied with an amused smile.

Then Sanji gently placed his hand over his.

A discreet shiver shot up Law’s arm at the touch.

— “And those tattoos?” Sanji asked. “Why that style?”

— “Oh… those. Stupid teenage decisions,” he answered with a slightly embarrassed laugh.

— “Hah! That’s cute. Do you have more?”

Law felt his cheeks heat up.

— “Uh… yeah. One on my chest. And one on my back.”

Sanji’s eyes widened, feigning innocence.

— “You’re kidding? I tried so hard not to stare at your chest… and now you casually tell me there’s a tattoo? I feel betrayed.”

Law let out a small, discreet laugh.

— “Don’t play innocent. I’ve caught you staring more than once.”

— “Is our dear little Japanese boy falling for my European charm?” Sanji teased. “You’re getting more confident… And you were staring a lot too.”

Law raised an eyebrow, pretending to be blasé.

— “Fine… I admit it. It’s hard not to look at you. You’re… attractive.”

Sanji leaned in, a slightly predatory but tender smile on his lips.

— “The feeling’s mutual.”

Law’s heart thudded in his chest.

— “Y-you… you think I’m attractive?”

— “No. I think you’re insanely sexy.”

Law inhaled, about to respond… when a familiar voice sounded behind him.

— “Oh, so you think he’s sexy, huh?”

Every ounce of warmth vanished. Law stiffened as he slowly turned.

Zoro stood there, nervous smile on his lips.

The rest was a blur of tension, jealousy, and irritation. Zoro apologized, explained himself, asked for a second chance… and with every word, Law’s annoyance grew.

Each sentence reminded him why they broke up.

Then Sanji slipped an arm around his shoulders.

And, without warning, kissed him.

Law froze for a second — surprised.

Then he answered the kiss, hands sliding around the blond’s waist, forgetting Zoro entirely.

“Je t’aime.”

Those words, spoken in French, vibrated against his lips. Law felt his heart skip. He didn’t understand every word… but he understood enough.

— “…I love you too,” he murmured.

As Zoro disappeared, Law stayed silent for a moment, his forehead resting against Sanji’s.

— “Thanks for ending that scene… even if your methods were… a bit direct.”

— “Sorry. I never do that. You… you drive me crazy.”

Law smiled softly, touched by the sincerity, and quietly laughed:

— “And you say I’m the punk.”

— “Sexy punks are terrible for my heart,” Sanji replied softly. “I might die of love.”

Law shook his head, amused, a tender spark in his eyes.

— “Am I the only sexy punk you’ve met? Or do I have competition?”

— “You’re competing with yourself. I hope you win.”

— “And how do I win?”

Sanji stared at him… and asked, almost shyly:

— “Would you… like to be my boyfriend?”

Law’s heart skipped a beat. He stayed silent for a moment, surprised by how simple and raw the question was… then slowly nodded.

— “Yes. I want that. And don’t worry… I won’t go back to Zoro. That melody… I don’t want to dance to it anymore.”

Sanji parted his lips, half relieved, half emotional.

— “Very poetic. You could write song lyrics.”

— “Or poems… for you,” Law replied with a timid smile.

— “So… we’re officially together now?”

Law hesitated a second, then slipped his fingers between Sanji’s.

— “Yes. My love.”

Sanji remained still a moment, overwhelmed, before a huge smile lit up his face.

— “Hm… I really like hearing you say that.”

And Law thought, as he gently squeezed his hand, that for the first time in a long while… he wasn’t afraid of what tomorrow might bring.

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Law’s heart raced just thinking about Sanji — the way he pronounced his name, his subtle smiles, the warmth of his fingers laced with his.

It had only been a few days since they were officially together, and yet it felt like the blond had quietly made a home in every corner of his mind.

Every recent memory brought a smile to his lips: stolen kisses outside the café, their daily teasing, the lingering gazes that sparked a gentle warmth deep in his belly.

As he pushed open the café door that morning, the familiar mix of excitement and fondness filled him once more.

— “Hey you… what are you doing here? Shouldn’t a sexy man like you be with his boyfriend?”

Law let out a soft laugh.

He sat at the counter, accepting the tea Sanji slid to him on a small saucer, accompanied by a few sweets.

— “Well… a man in love obviously can’t stay far from his boyfriend.”

Sanji rolled his eyes dramatically.

— “For a punk, your heart is way too soft.”

Law blushed, a slightly guilty smile appearing.

— “I only act like this with people who deserve it.”

— “Hng… Cupid just killed me. You’re too cute.”

Law looked away, biting the inside of his cheek to avoid smiling like an idiot.

— “You’re exaggerating…”

— “Not at all. But tell me… how are your exams? Just reading the title of your book gives me a headache.”

Law sighed, glancing at the book on the counter.

— “It’s tough… but I’m almost there. Just one more year.”

— “I finish my shift today — and then I’m free for the rest of the week. Want to take a break?”

He nodded before he even fully heard the question. A break. With Sanji. Yes, a thousand times yes.

— “Gladly. I really need one.”

— “Perfect. A friend gave me two tickets to a water park. And I thought my boyfriend would be excellent company.”

Law’s eyes widened in surprise — then a genuine smile spread across his lips.

— “I’d love to be your company.”

— “Perfect. Close that damn book, go home, pack a bag, and I’ll pick you up at two.”

Law laughed, closing the book without the slightest hesitation.

— “Roger that. I’ll be ready.”

By 2 p.m., he had already stepped outside, wearing black shorts and a white T-shirt. He froze when he saw Sanji across the street. He looked amazing, as always — messy blond hair, sunglasses resting on his head, and a smile that made Law want to cross the whole world to reach him.

— “You’re already here… please tell me you didn’t stand around waiting all this time?”

— “Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?”

Law raised an amused eyebrow.

— “Not for a second.”

Sanji smiled, defeated.

— “Alright… I admit it. I was impatient to see you.”

Law blushed and took his hand.

— “Me too, even if you’re a little too enthusiastic sometimes.”

— “Tss… someone has to compensate for your bad reputation.”

— “Hey! My bad-boy reputation isn’t up for debate.”

— “Sure, sure… Mr. Sexy Delinquent.”

The water park was busy: voices, the smell of sunscreen, the sun beating down. Law cast a sideways glance at Sanji and was quietly struck again by how beautiful he was. In his own black short and dark shirt, Law felt like a visual anomaly in the colorful crowd.

— “You look like a tourist,” he muttered, nudging him with an elbow.

Sanji stared back, mock offended.

— “You look like a lost emo. Why all black?”

— “Black matches my dark soul.”

— “Come here, dark soul.”

Law laughed and let himself be pulled toward the pools.

Sanji then took off his cap and placed it on Law’s head without warning.

— “Hey! Why do I have to wear your cap?”

— “Because it looks good on you.”

Law blushed softly.

— “…Thanks. But I’m not used to wearing anything that isn’t black.”

— “Did your exes never give you anything?” Sanji frowned.

Law lowered his head slightly.

— “No. They tended to buy gifts for themselves.”

Sanji grabbed his hand and dragged him without a word into a little shop. A few minutes later, he put sunglasses on the bridge of Law’s nose and a bracelet on his wrist.

— “Gift. For those beautiful eyes. And because you agreed to come with me.”

Law stared at them, touched.

— “…You didn’t have to. Really.”

— “It makes me happy. And this is just the beginning, my love.”

Law blushed, unable to reply — because he was suddenly lifted and tossed straight into the cool water.

He resurfaced, flipping his hair back, eyes narrowed.

— “I see… you just wanted an excuse to give me mouth-to-mouth?”

— “And maybe a heart massage… but I’d probably kill the future doctor.”

Law laughed, splashing water in his face.

— “Then try to restrain yourself.”

— “In that case… I’ll just find another excuse to follow you into the locker room.”

Law raised a brow, pretending to be scandalized.

— “Hm… you’ll need to be more creative than that.”

— “Law, you lost your bracelet in the water!”

Law froze instantly, panic flashing in his eyes… before Sanji suddenly pulled him in and kissed him.

The world vanished. There was only that kiss, his soaked body pressed against Sanji’s, and his heart beating far too fast.

When Sanji finally pulled away with a playful smile, the bracelet was still there on Law’s wrist.

— “I lied. It’s still there.”

— “…Cheater,” Law whispered, cheeks flushed.

— “Sorry… my love.”

Law closed his eyes for a second, overwhelmed. French sounded too good coming from Sanji’s mouth… dangerously good.

— “…I… I love when you speak French,” he admitted softly.

Sanji cupped his cheek with his fingertips.

— “I want to be with you forever, Law.”

Law held still, breath caught. He didn’t understand every word… but he understood the meaning. His cheeks burned even more, and he lowered his head slightly.

— “…O-okay. Just… promise me you’ll say it to me again someday.”

— “I promise.”

Sanji sealed that promise with one last kiss — soft, warm, and slightly salty from the chlorine — and Law knew in that moment that, for the first time in forever… he wasn’t afraid to love.

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Law couldn’t hide the faint smile hovering on his lips: today marked their three-month anniversary. Three months at Sanji’s side… and he was genuinely happy.

But at this very moment, he was mostly exhausted. He had just finished his last exam of the year, after several days spent studying day and night. He had let himself sink onto a bench in front of the university, finally releasing the pressure with a long sigh. His whole body felt heavy, drained.

“Hello, my love.”

He timidly lifted his eyes — and his heart leapt. Sanji was standing right in front of him, hands in his pockets, a tender smile at the corner of his lips. And that perfect French accent definitely did dangerous things to Law’s nerves.

“Hey… Sanji…”

He didn’t bother hiding it anymore: he loved hearing him speak French. And Sanji had figured that out — and used it to his advantage.

“So, how is my future doctor doing?”

Law gave a tired smile.

“Exhausted… but relieved. It’s finally over…”

He let himself be pulled into Sanji’s arms without resistance, responding to his kiss slowly.

And that was exactly when his stomach chose to growl loudly.

Law blushed immediately, caught red-handed.

“Cute. Want to come to my place? I’ll make you something.”

That damn French again… and that warmth blooming at the base of his neck.

“…Yes. I haven’t eaten since last night. I… kinda lost track of time.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

Those words landed directly in Law’s chest, and he nodded without protest.

Sanji’s apartment welcomed him like a cocoon. Neat, bright, delicately scented by herbs Law couldn’t have named.

Too tired to stand, he settled on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket Sanji had draped over his shoulders. If he was going to let himself go, he might as well do it completely. He closed his eyes — just for a few seconds — and let his mind float.

The smell of food started to fill the room. His stomach protested again. He felt like he hadn’t eaten in forever.

“Law, my love… wake up.”

He half-opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Sanji was leaning over him with a tray in his hands. He tried to sit up… but his body refused.

“Don’t move. You can eat here on the couch.”

“I couldn’t move even if I wanted to… Thank you. You really are an angel.”

He took the plate, still bundled in the blanket, and started to eat — faster than he expected. Each bite melted a little more of the tension in his body.

When he finished, he set the plate down with a satisfied sigh, eyelids heavy.

“That was perfect… Thank you, Sanji. I’m just… exhausted.”

“Don’t stay on the couch. Come on, my love. I’ll carry you to my room.”

Law felt his heart skip a beat at that word. He nodded and let himself be guided.

The moment his back touched the mattress, he sank into it with palpable relief. Sanji gently removed his pants and socks, then adjusted the blanket over him. Law felt both vulnerable… and incredibly safe.

“I love your tattoos,” Sanji whispered, brushing two fingers over the ink on his skin.

“Th-Thank you…” he answered, already red to the ears.

“Rest.”

Law closed his eyes. The touch of those fingers on his shoulder, Sanji’s scent in the sheets — it lulled him softly. A few minutes later, he fell asleep, a hint of a smile on his lips.

He didn’t know how long he slept. But when he woke, Sanji was against him, an arm around his waist. A surge of pure happiness squeezed his chest. He snuggled closer, savoring the warmth, the soft scent of his skin, the quiet breathing near his ear.

“Good morning, punk kitten.”

Law blushed instantly, jaw tightening, just like every time that language resonated against his ear.

“G… good morning…”

Sanji pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Want to spend the day in bed with me? I’m not working today.”

Law nodded slowly and pressed himself a little closer, giving his answer without words. He closed his eyes again, enjoying the caresses and little kisses Sanji left on his temple, his forehead, his hair.

He was shy, sometimes distant, often reserved — but with Sanji, he let himself go. And he realized how much he’d missed that kind of tenderness his whole life.

“I love you.”

Law took a slow breath and answered in a whisper:

“…I love you too.”

He wasn’t used to such softness. But he could clearly feel how much he needed it.

And now he didn’t want to live without it.

—

Law was leaving the university at a slow pace, slightly distracted — as always when his thoughts were racing. His mind was still foggy from classes and the accumulated fatigue of the past weeks. He didn’t notice the figure waiting for him until the last moment.

He froze.

“Sanji? What are you doing here…?”

“I wanted to see my boyfriend.”

Law paused for a moment, his cheeks reddening instantly. Then he realized Sanji was holding something in his hands — a neatly wrapped bento. His heart beat faster.

“You… made me food…?”

“Yes. I thought you probably didn’t have time to cook. And… it’s easier if I come to you, right?”

Law felt a wave of warmth bloom in his belly. He was still used to grabbing a sandwich between two classes. No one had ever brought him lunch before. He stepped a bit closer, head lowered.

“Thank you… Really, thank you.”

“Hm… I think I deserve a thank-you kiss.”

Law stifled a small grunt, his face bright red.

“D-don’t be so sure of yourself. You’ll only get the kiss once I have the bento.”

Sanji raised an amused brow. And once the bento was in Law’s hands, he leaned in and pressed a quick, chaste — but deeply sincere — kiss to his lips. His heart was beating so fast he felt dizzy.

He then opened the bento, looking at its contents with a mix of emotion and surprise. Everything had been carefully prepared. That alone made him feel like crying.

“I don’t want to bother you. You probably need to eat and get back to studying. My boyfriend’s so smart.”

Law blushed even harder, glancing up for a split second.

“That’s kind… really. And… yeah, I still have a paper to write. Actually… I’ve barely started.”

“But you’ll manage,” Sanji replied firmly. “I have no doubt.”

Law stayed silent for a moment, fingers tightening around the bento.

“I’ll stop by your place after class… if that’s alright.”

Sanji’s face lit up with a smile.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I can even help with your paper… though I might be more of a distraction.”

Law sighed and gave a small smile.

“Yeah… I’ve noticed I’m not very productive when you’re around.”

“Oh come on. I can motivate you too.”

Law stared at him for a moment. His cheeks started to burn again.

“Really? And… how do you plan on motivating me?”

“If you finish that paper… I’ll give you a reward.”

Law went quiet. His belly tightened, a warm ache spreading low in his body.

“…What kind of reward?”

Sanji simply smiled.

“There are still… a few things we haven’t tried yet.”

A shiver ran down Law’s spine. He slid his tongue slowly over his lower lip.

“So… if I work seriously… we’ll… go to the next level?”

“I always keep my promises.”

“…Okay. I’ll do it. Seriously.”

—

The next few days, Law worked like a man possessed. His brain was running full speed, but not just out of ambition: he desperately didn’t want to disappoint Sanji… and the anticipation of that mysterious reward drove him wild.

He tried to stay focused, but his mind was cruel. He imagined Sanji… his rough voice… his confident hands… His heart and body were on fire. Often, he had to squirm in his seat, chew the end of his pen, bite back a moan. The silence of the library didn’t help at all.

“…Holy crap…”

He forced himself to take a deep breath. At this point, he had to finish the essay — or he’d go insane.

When he finally hit send, a surge of adrenaline shot through his body. Without thinking, he grabbed his things and rushed out of the library.

He knocked on the door. He barely had time to lower his hand before he was pulled inside.

“So?”

Law swallowed hard.

“I… I submitted the paper.”

Sanji stared at him for a moment. Then a slow smile curved his lips.

“Then you deserve your reward.”

Law’s stomach twisted with excitement.

“C-can I know what it is…?”

“Grab one of your boring books and sit on the couch. Leave the rest to me.”

Law obeyed. He sat, opened a random book… and jumped when Sanji’s hands slid up his thighs.

“S-Sanji…”

“Focus. A good boy works hard.”

Law tried to answer, but then the zipper of his pants was pulled down, and Sanji’s warm touch sent him into another world.

“I-… I’m trying… really…”

But as Sanji’s tongue slid over him, all attempts at concentration dissolved. He eventually gave up the book and leaned his head back. His breathing turned ragged, his fingers trembling against Sanji’s neck.

“S-Sanji… I… I’m going to—”

He didn’t even finish. His body arched under the burning wave of pleasure and he came in Sanji’s mouth with a broken moan.

He stayed frozen for a long moment, panting, heart pounding wildly. When he finally opened his eyes, Sanji was staring at him with that same hungry look.

“I’m gonna be a little naughty, Law.”

Law gulped, his cheeks still burning.

“…Alright. I can take it.”

The rest was a blur. A hot breath, a quick motion — and Law suddenly found himself covered in heat, wide-eyed.

“S-Sanji! You… You could have warned me!”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m… a little perverted.”

Law shivered at that nickname. He cleared his throat, his face scarlet.

“You say ‘a little’, but it’s clearly a lot…”

Sanji laughed. His fingers slid under Law’s chin to steal another kiss.

“The next motivation will be even better. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

Law bit his lip, turning his eyes away.

“I can be a little perverted too, you know… I’d like… to hear some things. In French.”

Sanji’s gaze darkened. His smile turned dangerous.

“Then… one night, I’ll talk dirty to you. In French.”

Law almost moaned at that promise alone, heat blooming again low in his belly.

“I… I really want to hear that…”

“Let’s keep going tonight first.”

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“Law, I’d like to ask you something.”

Law looked up from his book and set it down on his lap.

“Hmm? What is it?”

“I was thinking… we’ve been together for a while now, so I wondered if you’d want to come live with me. My apartment is right next to your university. You wouldn’t need to take public transport anymore, and you could even use my car if you wanted. And most importantly… I’d be a lot closer to you.”

Law’s eyes widened, surprised by the unexpected request. He stayed silent for a long moment, weighing the pros and cons… then realized that he actually liked the idea. His current apartment was far, commuting was exhausting… and living with Sanji sounded incredibly tempting.

“Uh… are you sure you really want to live with me? I’m kind of messy, you know.”

“I may complain a lot, but I can cook, I can clean… and we could have sex way more often instead of separating every night.”

Law couldn’t help letting out a laugh, head lowered, red in the face.

“Well… in that case, yes. I’ll move in with you. I don’t mind.”

“You… you really will? Isn’t it too soon?”

“Sanji… we’ve been together for almost a year. It’s not too soon at all.”

“I kinda panicked, sorry… But I’m really happy. And take your time, okay? I’m not asking you to move in tomorrow.”

Law gave him a small smile and gently ran his fingers through Sanji’s hair.

“I can start moving my things next weekend… if that’s alright.”

“I lied, I’d totally be fine if you moved in tomorrow. I just want you with me as soon as possible.”

Law sighed, a shy smile on his lips.

“Alright, if you insist. I’ll move this weekend — but don’t complain if it’s messy.”

“No problem.”

Law slipped his fingers through Sanji’s blonde hair and stroked it.

“Good, because I hate tidying up.”

“Don’t worry… you’ll be the one changing your mind. You’ll see.”

Law raised a brow, skeptical.

“Wanna bet?”

“Okay. Whoever gives in first will be the submissive during our next… sexual debates.”

“Deal. And you’re definitely going to lose.”

“Not at all. You will.”

---

Law finally arrived at Sanji’s place with several bags and an old black suitcase.

“Wow… it’s spacious.”

“Law, what are you doing? Each item has to go into the room it belongs in.”

Law sighed softly and complied, already a little annoyed.

“If I’d known you were such a neat freak I would’ve thought twice before accepting.”

“And don’t forget the clothes. Sorted by color and by season.”

“Oh my god… yeah, yeah…”

He went to put his things away, watching Sanji organize everything with near military precision. Part of him was annoyed… another part honestly impressed.

“…Thanks,” he finally muttered.

Sanji froze, surprised.

“You don’t like it, huh? I know I said you’d end up running away, but I don’t want you to leave because of me…”

“No, no. It’s just that I like doing things my own way. I like having my hands free.”

Seeing the slightly worried look on Sanji’s face, Law immediately added:

“But I appreciate what you’re doing. It’s… convenient that you’re a monster.”

“I… actually went to therapy for that, you know. I used to be worse. People left because of it…”

Law stepped forward and hugged him, gently stroking his hair.

“Honestly, the old you would probably have driven me crazy.”

“I know…”

“But I’m glad you’re the person you are today.”

“I still want the clothes arranged by color though…”

“…Is that really that important to you?!”

“It makes… a rainbow.”

Law stared at him, incredulous… before laughing.

“You’re joking?”

“…A little. It’s just more practical. And actually… I think I’ll stand behind you because you’re too slow.”

“Do that and I’ll mess up your entire closet just to piss you off.”

“Little brat.”

Law laughed and crossed his arms, provoking him.

“And what are you gonna do if I do it?”

“Punish you.”

Law raised a brow, a little smile forming at the corner of his lips.

“Oh? And what kind of punishment exactly?”

“…I might make you organize the whole apartment according to the color spectrum.”

Law was about to answer when Sanji suddenly lifted him and laid him down on the bed.

“Oh, I see… you’re already tired of cleaning, huh?”

“I could fuck you until you pass out… and then finish cleaning your mess. Don’t think a punk can tame me.”

Law burst out laughing, eyes sparkling with challenge.

“Oh really? You wanna play that game, you little pervert? Think you can tame me? You’d be surprised what I can take.”

---

A few hours later, Law was sprawled across the bed, panting, naked and trembling.

“F… fuck… why do you have so much stamina, bastard?!”

“I’m French.”

Law rolled his eyes and sighed.

“French or not… that was way too much.”

“Want me to give you a massage?”

Law hesitated… then gave in:

“Yes… I’d like that.”

---

The next morning, he crawled out of bed with a grimace — every muscle ached. The room, however, was spotless.

“Tch. He actually cleaned everything during the night…”

He didn’t have time to complain further: Sanji appeared with a breakfast tray.

“Thanks… you really spoil me too much.”

“What? Why do you say that?”

“Look. My whole body hurts, you bring me breakfast, you cleaned the room… you’re way too sweet.”

“It doesn’t bother me. And… sorry about your ass.”

Law sighed, a teasing smile on his lips.

“You don’t regret anything, do you?”

“Not at all. And if you want to do it again, I’m ready.”

Law shook his head lightly.

“I must have a bad influence on you. I’m making you totally perverted.”

“It’s your fault for being such a sexy punk.”

“Hm… so I’m a sexy punk who makes her boyfriend horny. I love that.”

“Too much.”

“Pervert!” He sighed playfully, then added, “Thanks for breakfast, really.”

“Shh… feed me.”

Law burst out laughing, grabbed the tray and started to eat with him.

“I’m surprised you haven’t made me eat my breakfast in the shower yet.”

“I thought about it. But I figured my little delinquent would turn into a zombie if I didn’t feed him properly first.”

Law rolled his eyes.

“Yeah… fair enough. I admit I take better care of my patients than of myself.”

“So let’s do this: I’ll take care of you, and you take care of your patients.”

Law smiled softly and nodded.

“Sounds good… Doctor and chef, we make a good team.”

He almost choked when Sanji slipped a piece of crepe into his mouth.

“I’m heading to work, so be good.”

Law put the tray down and grabbed Sanji by the collar, kissing him a little longer than necessary.

“Have a good day. Work hard.”

“No worries. I got my morning kiss.”

“See you tonight then.”

---

The two men had now completely settled into their life together.

Every day, Law noticed how much Sanji took care of him: he fed him properly, forced him to sleep at reasonable hours, and made sure he took breaks when he studied too much. For his part, Law sometimes helped with cooking (as a good future doctor, he made sure the meals were balanced) and seriously made an effort to keep the house tidy.

That evening, he came home after class, hung his jacket on the coat rack, took off his boots and walked quietly into the living room.

“Yo! Sanji, I’m back.”

Sanji was lying on the couch, eyes half-closed.

“Law… darling…”

Law frowned and walked over.

“You okay? You look terrible.”

“I wasn’t feeling good at work… so I came home. Do I look like shit?”

Law immediately placed a hand on his forehead.

“Visually you’re fine… but you’re burning up. You must have a fever.”

“I never get sick… Is it bad?”

Law rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“No, it’s just a cold. Low-grade fever. Nothing serious.”

“Hm… don’t I get a kiss?”

“Idiot, you’ll contaminate me. I refuse.”

“But you’re so sexy when you play nurse…”

Law sighed, half exasperated, half amused.

“Stop flirting, you’ve got a fever. Rest and let me take care of you, pervert.”

“Alright… but only if my sexy nurse heals me quickly so I can do very dirty things to him.”

“…Incorrigible.”

Law gave him a lukewarm shower, helped him into lighter clothes and laid him on the couch under a fresh blanket. He checked his temperature regularly.

Sanji started muttering in French, voice rough and tired.

“…water… honey… water…”

Law frowned, trying to decipher.

“You’re… thirsty?”

He nodded, so Law immediately got up.

“Okay. I’ll bring you some water.”

He came back with a glass, which Sanji drank in slow sips.

A faint smile crossed Law’s lips when he saw him sigh with relief.

After a few hours, the fever finally started to drop. Law checked again, placing his hand on his forehead.

“Hm. That’s better. Your fever’s down.”

Sanji opened his eyes, a little more lucid now.

“Thanks to you, Law darling.”

Law raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? You’re speaking Japanese again. Means you feel better.”

“I thought you preferred when I spoke French…”

“I do, I love it. But I prefer you to be healthy first.”

“Being sick isn’t very sexy, huh?”

“Let’s say it’s hard to be turned on by someone who’s sniffling and sweaty.”

“At least I know you won’t go flirt with a patient to compensate.”

Law rolled his eyes softly.

“Oh yes. Obviously my patients are so hot I constantly have to stop myself from jumping them.”

“Hey! I was convinced I was the sexiest man in the world.”

“You are. But I’m a doctor. It takes more than that to make me lose control.”

“Tsk… I forgot doctors are a special kind of species. Too sexy and too hard to seduce.”

Law leaned in and gently stroked his cheek.

“Don’t worry. I’ve seen perfect half-naked bodies… none of them did anything to me. You, on the other hand…”

—

A little later, Law found himself lying on the bed, sweaty, panting, one hand over his mouth to muffle a laugh.

“Okay… okay… I take back what I said… You clearly had an effect on me…”

Sanji, still half hovering over him, was smiling, breath short.

“I feel tired… but I think the sex cured me.”

Law let out a breathless laugh.

“New miracle therapy… I should write an article about it.”

“Don’t you dare. That’s a couple-exclusive formula. Prescription only.”

Law raised an eyebrow, a little smile tugging at his lips.

“Fine… then I’ll only use it on you.”

“And by the way… I still feel very sick… We should do it again.”

Law gave him a tired but amused look.

“Hm… as your doctor… I’m obliged to treat you properly, that’s true.”

“…You’d better.”

Law grabbed his wrist and pulled him down with a sly smile.

“Alright. Second dose.”

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The final exam was fast approaching and Law was completely exhausted. Sitting at his desk, he reread his notes without even realizing that Sanji had entered the room. He only looked up when he felt a plate being slid onto the corner of his desk. His slightly bloodshot eyes clearly betrayed his lack of sleep.

“For a future doctor, you really don’t take care of yourself, Law darling…”

Sanji sighed, pulled the chair toward him, and settled directly on Law’s lap. He picked up an onigiri and held it to his lips.

“Open your mouth. I’d rather feed you than find you dead on this desk.”

Law wanted to protest… then finally gave in, slowly opening his mouth to accept the onigiri. He took a bite, swallowed, and then drank a few sips of water from the bottle Sanji held out to him.

Slowly, he let his head fall against Sanji’s chest. The blond’s fingers ran through his hair, gently caressing his scalp. Sanji started humming without even noticing, a soft melody right by his ear. Law gradually relaxed, eyelids heavy, as if being lulled to sleep.

“Alright,” Sanji finally said, slipping an arm under his legs. “Come on. Your exams are in three days — I’d like to avoid finding my boyfriend passed out in that chair.”

Law didn’t even have the strength to protest. His head rested on the blond’s shoulder as Sanji carried him to their bed. Once laid down, Law instinctively curled up against him, his forehead nuzzled against his chest.

“You’re probably right…” he whispered with a nervous yawn.

“It’s not probably. It’s certain. And now… sleep.”

“Hm… you’re always right, Sanji…”

He slipped into sleep almost immediately. Sanji smiled, placed a kiss on his head and pulled the blanket over them before also closing his eyes, holding Law in his arms.

---

On the day of the exam, Law was tense as a bowstring. He took a quick shower, put on simple, comfortable clothes, and glanced at the clock — he was going to be late. He grabbed his bag and ran out of the apartment.

He arrived at the university out of breath, heart pounding. The hours of testing were long, seemingly endless. When he came out, the sun felt too bright, the air too heavy.

And then he saw Sanji, leaning against the wall near the door.

“Law! Well? Tell me it went well. I’m sure you nailed it!”

Law gave him a small, exhausted smile.

“I thought I was going to die… There were so many questions… I just hope I did okay.”

“Don’t even say that! You succeeded. Because you’re the smartest,” he said, kissing him on the cheek. “The brightest,” he said, kissing him on the nose. “And the sexiest future doctor I’ve ever seen,” he whispered before sealing their lips together.

Law smiled against his mouth and kissed him again, wrapping an arm around Sanji.

“Thank you… You’re probably right. I still can’t believe it’s coming to an end.”

“First of all: I’m always right. Second: I’m younger, I haven’t finished my studies yet, so don’t leave me all alone at the finish line.”

Law rolled his eyes, amused.

“I know… I know. I’m just nervous, that’s all.”

“Hmm. In that case, I have a solution for your stress.”

“Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

“…We go back to the apartment first.”

Law raised a brow but nodded.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

---

He didn’t even have time to take off his shoes before Sanji grabbed him by the waist, tipped him onto the bed and kissed him with hunger.

Law immediately responded, his hands sliding around his neck.

“Sanji… this is an excellent stress relief method,” he murmured, already a little breathless.

He flipped their positions, straddling him and seeking his lips for a deeper kiss. Their hips rubbed together and Law muffled a moan when Sanji slipped his hands under his shirt to play with his piercings.

“Too many clothes,” the blond growled under his breath.

In a few movements, their shirts and pants were gone, followed by their underwear. Law, already red, lay back against the pillows, spreading his legs without shame to welcome him.

He shivered at the sensation of Sanji’s fingers preparing him, his hands unconsciously gripping his shoulders.

“S-Sanji… I… I want you…”

“Already? You sure?”

“Yes… now.”

Sanji kissed him softly, withdrew his fingers, then rolled on a condom before pushing slowly inside. Law let out a trembling breath, his arms wrapping around the blond’s neck.

“Move… please.”

Sanji started moving, slowly at first, then faster under Law’s moans. Their hips gently slapped together, their breaths mingled, Law’s nails digging into Sanji’s back.

“M-more… deeper…”

Sanji obeyed. He nibbled at his neck, leaving marks, making his skin flush. Law moaned his name, head tilted back, completely offered to him.

They ended up coming almost at the same time, trembling and breathless.

Sanji collapsed gently next to him before pulling him into his arms. Law, still out of breath, remained lying there, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.

“Are you still worried about your results?” Sanji asked, voice low.

Law shook his head, sighing as he pressed his forehead against his chest.

“A little… But not anymore.”

“When you pass… I’ll make love to you all night.”

Law smiled, already a little excited by that promise, and hugged him tighter.

“You promise?”

“Of course.”

Law placed a kiss on his neck.

“Then I’ll do everything to pass those exams as quickly as possible.”

“I don’t doubt it, doctor.”

---

Sanji had literally glowed with happiness when he learned that Law had not only passed his exams, but had also gotten the highest marks in the entire university. The moment the news came in, a prestigious hospital had offered him a surgeon position — an opportunity worthy of his hard work.

Sanji kept his promise… and more: he made love to him several times that night, whispering words in French just for him — knowing that Law melted every time he heard him speak in his mother tongue.

Law savored those words as much as the caresses — still in disbelief that he had succeeded… and that Sanji was by his side.

Since then, their daily life had settled naturally.

Law worked a lot, sometimes late, but Sanji took care of him without ever failing: he brought him his favorite coffee, fed him when he forgot to eat, forced him to leave his books to sleep a few hours.

Law knew it: without Sanji, he probably would have collapsed.

That evening, still tired from a long day in the operating room, he let out a sigh of relief as he stepped through the apartment door.

A delicious smell immediately reached his nose — Sanji was cooking.

He dropped his things by the entrance and headed straight for the kitchen. Sanji was standing at the stove, focused, a few blond strands falling in front of his eyes.

Without a word, Law approached, slipped his arms around his waist and rested his forehead on his shoulder.

“I love you,” Sanji murmured in warm, gentle French, before placing several kisses on his temple and then on his lips.

Law closed his eyes, fully savoring the moment.

“I love you too…”

“Are you hungry?” Sanji asked, stepping back slightly to continue cooking.

Law nodded — though a little frustrated to lose that bit of contact — then stayed near him to help and simply watch him.

In between gestures, his thoughts briefly drifted to the past, to Zoro… and he realized how unbalanced that relationship had been compared to what he lived now.

This one was soft. Stable. Sincere. And he had never been this happy.

Once the meal was ready, Sanji took his hand and led him to the table. They ate side by side, talking about their days; Law told him about his surgeries and the staff he was getting to know in the hospital, while Sanji teased him about some of the customers at the café where he still worked part-time.

Law, meanwhile, couldn’t help looking at him — fascinated by his gestures, his smile, the way his voice changed when he laughed.

Sanji noticed, of course.

“Hm? What is it?” he asked, a small smile on his lips.

Law looked away, simply shrugging… before Sanji gently lifted his chin.

The kiss that followed was first tender. Then more insistent. And Law had no desire to resist: he placed his hands on his thighs, returning the kiss until he lost all track of time.

“I love you… as hard as a heart can love,” Sanji murmured against his lips.

Law shivered, placing a kiss on his jaw before answering in a low voice:

“I love you too… Thank you for crossing my path, Sanji.”

The blond replied with a smile so soft that Law felt his throat tighten — from happiness, simply.

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