The campus in turmoil

by Buggy_Croccy_Hawky

Summary:

Law and Luffy have been a stable couple for several years. Luffy, cheerful and carefree, is fully invested in their relationship… until a new charismatic teacher, Buggy, arrives.

Meanwhile, the campus turns into a true playground of emotions where several secret romances quietly begin to develop.

The campus soon becomes the stage of massive emotional chaos, filled with new couples, break-ups, lies, shocking revelations, and wild student parties—until, in their own way, each person finally finds the one who truly suits them.

Chapter 1: { Une nouvelle année }

Luffy got up, just like every morning, with that cheerful mood that was so uniquely his. He pulled the curtains open with a broad gesture, letting the sunlight flood the room, then mercilessly threw a pillow straight into his roommate’s face.

Usopp groaned, burying his head under his blanket.

“It’s way too early for this…” he mumbled.

Totally ignoring the complaint, Luffy left their shared bedroom and burst happily into the common dorm area they shared this year with two other students. The kitchen was already filled with a delicious smell: Sanji, focused behind the stove, was making breakfast. At the table, Niji, totally slumped over, was nearly choking on his food, looking like someone who absolutely hated everything around him.

“Morning, Luffy,” Sanji said with a small smile as he placed a full plate on the table.

Luffy pulled out a chair and sat down heavily, elbowing Niji in the process. The latter groaned — this year he hadn’t been placed in the same dorm as Zoro, and he regretted it as much as the swordsman did.

Well… at least he had Sanji with him. His cooking was delicious. Even if Luffy sometimes had the feeling he hated their group as much as he loved them.

“You idiot! Can’t you watch where you’re going?!” Niji snapped.

“Oops, sorry Sanji’s brother!” Luffy laughed, completely carefree.

“My name. Is. Niji! How do you still not remember?! How did you even get into this damn university?!”

Usopp, still half asleep, quietly sat down at the table. “No need to freak out… let’s just chill, okay?”

“Usopp’s right. Besides it’s only 7 in the morning,” Sanji sighed before smacking both Luffy and Niji on general principle.

The dorm door suddenly swung open.

Zoro walked in as if he already lived there, slipped behind Sanji, and got smacked on the shoulder with a pan before the blond, despite everything, still handed him a plate.

Law followed calmly and sat down beside Luffy. He gently took his hand under the table with a small, tired smile.

Luffy, returning the smile, glanced around the room. Sanji hitting everyone, Zoro already eating, Usopp yawning into his plate, and Niji insulting Yonji at the end of the table… A familiar little chaos.

He loved mornings like this. And, without really knowing why… he had the feeling this day would be different from the others.

As if to confirm that intuition, Ichiji and Yonji barged in without the slightest shame, walking straight into Niji’s already diminished personal space.

“I can’t believe you’re annoying us this early in the morning!” Niji growled, pushing Yonji’s face away from his plate.

“Zoro and Law left our dorm. I followed them,” Yonji said happily, stealing directly from his brother’s plate.

“I followed him! ” added Ichiji, fighting for a bite too — until Sanji snapped:

“No one touches MY food without asking, you adopted asshat!!”

“You’re adopted!!”

“Moron!!”

Sanji smacked all of them indiscriminately. To Luffy, the scene felt strangely comforting — as if everything was right where it belonged.

At least… for now.

 

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“This year we also have new dorm partners!” Luffy exclaimed as he walked down the hallway, still holding Law’s hand. He winked at Niji… who replied by flipping him off. “And new teachers too. I wanna know who I get this year.”

Law let himself be dragged along, watching their hands swing like a child’s. Luffy was practically bouncing, backpack hanging casually from one shoulder.

“It’s almost scary… you look like you actually care,” Law noted in his usual monotone.

Usopp threw an arm around his shoulders and nodded like a sage:

“It’s normal, my dark friend. New teacher means new strategies to get on their good side… and score good grades.”

Ichiji stifled a laugh.

“Someone wanna tell him it doesn’t work like that?”

“Keep being a loser, Usopp,” Niji said with a big grin. Surprisingly, the insult made Usopp blush instead of getting upset.

Zoro yawned loudly, dragging his feet and trying to ignore Sanji and Yonji arguing behind him.

“Honestly, all I know is my dad’s still teaching this year,” he sighed.

“WHAT?! Again?! Your dad scares the hell out of me, Zoro!” Usopp cried, grabbing his shoulders. “Professor Mihawk has serial killer eyes… I’m sure he hides bodies somewhere.”

“I’m glad to see your imagination hasn’t changed, Usopp,” suddenly said a dry voice behind them.

Half the group screamed as they spun around.

Crocodile, arms crossed, was staring at them like he was already tired of living.

“Maybe you should actually get to class instead of chatting in front of the faculty room,” he growled coldly.

The students scattered instantly, practically pushing each other out of the way — none of them had noticed they were literally blocking the teachers’ entrance.

Luffy let out a nervous laugh and released Law’s hand.

“See you later, Law!”

“Yeah… at the break,” Law replied, not really smiling, but giving his fingers a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“How cute,” a syrupy voice cooed way too close. Doflamingo, with a twisted grin, had approached silently. “Daddy’s proud of you, Law~”

Law shot him a murderous glare, clearly disgusted. He was almost ashamed this man was his adoptive father. He pushed away his hand, but still took the time to plant a quick kiss on Luffy’s cheek before leaving.

“Hmm? Later, Law! Later, Mingo!” Luffy called, waving cheerfully before sprinting toward the amphitheater.

….

Luffy glanced over his schedule before stepping through the amphitheater doors. He quickly found a seat in the middle, sat down, dropped his bag… and right at that moment a man entered.

Blue hair tied in a long high ponytail, tight black pants, perfectly fitted beige turtleneck hugging a toned torso. His forearms were on display, a shiny Rolex on his wrist, the veins slightly visible on his large hands. His makeup was subtle, but a bit of eyeliner highlighted his pale blue eyes, giving them an almost hypnotic glow.

Luffy caught himself staring… a bit too long.

What’s wrong with him? He shook his head. It’s nothing — he was just surprised, that’s all! He has Law, there’s no reason to look at a teacher like that…

“Morning, bastards.”

The raspy voice cracked across the room. Several students raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to laugh or be shocked. Was it even legal to talk like that to students?

“My name’s Silvers Buggy and I’ll be your professor this year.”

He leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, scanning the packed lecture hall. He looked… strangely approachable. Relaxed. Way less intimidating than half the teachers on this campus.

“All I expect is that you give back what I teach you. In the form of good grades. I’m pretty chill, but don’t push it. Though, honestly, I don’t really care if you fail or not.”

He straightened up, walked down the steps to the stage, and pulled down an interactive board behind him.

“Here’s the program for the year. Take a picture or write it down, I don’t care. But miss even one of these points and you can say goodbye to your place in this institution.”

A studious silence settled as students pulled out their phones or scribbled in their notebooks. Luffy, however, didn’t take his eyes off the professor. He took notes almost automatically, without really looking at the board. Buggy explained things, walked around, joked sometimes — and nothing in those two hours felt like a regular class.

When the bell rang, Luffy blinked as if waking from a dream. He packed his things slower than usual.

W-what the hell was that?

He briefly pressed a hand to his chest — his heart was beating a bit too fast — then shook his head to push the feeling away.

He had to meet Law and the others for lunch. And he was already late.

He grabbed his bag and left the room — not noticing that Buggy’s gaze followed him all the way to the door.

 

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Luffy was laughing with his friends around the table.

In one corner, Nami and Yonji were casually flirting — they had been together since last year and were still glued to each other. A bit further away, Perona, Zoro’s sister, was loudly scolding her brother while keeping Reiju’s hand perfectly intertwined in hers.

Luffy smiled at what Law was saying about his class with Professor Shamrock, nodding regularly… but deep down, he felt weirdly distant. A slight tightness in his chest. Maybe he was just a little tired today? Yeah… that had to be it.

“Guess what!” Usopp suddenly shouted, jumping into the middle of the conversations and shamelessly interrupting every couple.

“I’ve got Professor Mihawk again this year… and I heard there are two new teachers on campus!”

Luffy took this opportunity to discreetly look away from Law.

“First there’s Professor Buggy — people say he’s pretty cool — and then Professor Katakuri! Apparently he looks super scary but is actually really nice… like, gentle.”

“And… why are you telling us this, Usopp?” Nami asked, grabbing a cookie while still lazily sitting on Yonji’s lap.

Usopp puffed up his chest with pride. “All of this is to say the campus is filling up with sexy teachers!”

Perona smacked the back of his head. “Idiot.”

Surprisingly, Luffy suddenly felt… better.

He hadn’t seen it that way, of course, but somehow it made him feel reassured. It was normal to find an older guy sexy or attractive… nothing wrong with that. He hadn’t done anything bad. That thought alone loosened the little knot in his chest.

Luffy turned to Law and kissed him softly. The latter smiled tenderly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as Luffy rejoined the conversation with his friends.

 

❤️🖤

Chapter 2: { Nouveau professeur }

Buggy still had a hard time realizing how much his life had changed.

Moving out, becoming a professor at a new university… and above all, moving into a dorm full of male professors who were… let’s just say… friendly?
Definitely not what he had in mind when he told himself he’d “get his life back together”.

He had to admit though, that without his ex-brother-in-law, Shamrock, he probably wouldn’t be here at all. It was him who had told Buggy that a new position had opened up at the university.
Buggy was grateful… even if Shamrock sometimes reminded him a little too much of how disastrous his marriage with his twin had been.

“Good morning, Buggy.”

Katakuri — also a newcomer at the university — approached with his usual calm expression. His presence was oddly reassuring to Buggy.

“Hey, Katakuri. Sleep well?”

“Pretty well, yes. I brought you some coffee.”

Underneath his intimidating appearance, Katakuri was a real sweetheart. Kind, attentive… almost too perfect for this campus full of lunatics.

“Morning.”

Mihawk’s dry, monotone voice abruptly cut through the atmosphere, and immediately an odd tension filled the room.

Katakuri still tried to keep the conversation going, but Buggy knew how complicated it was to deal with Mihawk — he’d known him for years.

Crocodile and Doflamingo entered at that moment, followed by Shamrock, who visibly tried to keep his distance from the blond (Buggy understood perfectly — he’d experienced that awkwardness himself).

Without warning, Shamrock took Buggy’s cup of coffee.

“What the hell are you doing, Shammy?!”

“Don’t shout this early, Bug…” he muttered, already tired.

Buggy growled. “I hate gingers on this planet.”

“Oh?” Doflamingo stepped a little too close, a mocking smile on his lips. “And how come?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Back off, Doffy.” He pushed him away.

“Stop with those ridiculous nicknames,” Crocodile grumbled.

Mihawk smirked. “You’re just jealous because Buggy calls your husband like that.”

“Doflamingo is NOT my husband. He’s a parasite.”

“I kinda like Buggy’s nicknames…” Katakuri said shyly. “I think they’re cute.”

Buggy inhaled, visibly touched. “Ugh, you’re adorable. Please find yourself a nice partner, Katakuri. You deserve it. Don’t end up like Croccy and Doffy.”

Katakuri blinked. “…Huh? …Thank you, Buggy.”

Shamrock cleared his throat. “By the way, who were those students you yelled at this morning, Crocodile?”

“Just Luffy and his pack of idiots,” Crocodile growled.
Mihawk instantly turned his head toward him, his gaze turning ice-cold — enough to shut Crocodile up (one does not mention the name Zoro in front of him in vain).

Buggy downed his coffee in one go and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater.

“Alright… I gotta go. See you at the break?”

Half of the professors ignored him, but Katakuri gave him a friendly wave to wish him good luck.

 

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Buggy stepped into the lecture hall, quickly scanning the list of students assigned to his class.
New university, new faces, new life. He still needed time to get used to it.

He absent-mindedly straightened his blue ponytail and adjusted the collar of his beige sweater when he immediately felt all heads turning toward him. No surprise — he was used to attracting attention.

A few rows ahead, a student with a dumb smile set eyes on him… and apparently couldn’t look away.

…Why is that kid staring at me like that? he thought, squinting slightly. Do I have something on my face?

He ignored it, set his notes on the desk and said in a perfectly natural tone:

“Good morning, you bunch of bastards.”

As expected, the audience collectively flinched. Gaping mouths, shocked looks, murmurs… ah, those first reactions were always delightful.

“My name is Silvers Buggy. I’ll be your professor this year.”

He casually leaned back against the desk, scanning the room… and fell right back on him: the same student, still staring. That same look — surprised? Distracted?

Buggy squinted even more. Damn it, if you have something to say, say it…

“I only expect one thing from you: to give back what I teach you. In the form of good grades. I’m pretty chill, but don’t push your luck. And frankly, I don’t really care whether you succeed or not.”

Still that kid. Still those eyes fixed on him.

He walked down a few steps with a chart in hand, absent-mindedly adding:

“Here’s the year’s program. Take a photo or write it down, I don’t care. But if you miss even one of these points… you can kiss your place here goodbye.”

The squeaking of chairs and the sounds of phones being pulled out of pockets now filled the room. Buggy focused on the board, trying to ignore the intense gazes — especially that one.

Probably just a distracted student… Maybe he’s not getting any of this?
He made a mental note to keep an eye on him — just in case.

When the bell rang, Buggy quickly packed up his things. He glanced up… just in time to see that same student rush out of the room, hand pressed to his chest and visibly flustered.

Buggy stood there for a few seconds, slightly perplexed.

…What the hell was that?

He ended up shrugging. He had bigger problems to deal with today than a student acting weird.

 

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Buggy sat down heavily at the table, right between Shamrock and Mihawk.
A small satisfied smile appeared on his lips — he secretly loved sitting between couples just to annoy them a little. A bit further away, Katakuri sat next to Crocodile, who was sitting next to Doflamingo.

“I had something weird today. I mean… I think?” Buggy said while opening his lunch box.

Mihawk sighed, already annoyed to see him between him and his husband. “Buggy, either it’s weird or it’s not. Decide.”

“That’s exactly the point! I don’t know! There was this kid in my class who kept staring at me.”

Katakuri tilted his head. “…Isn’t that kind of the point? That students look at you?”

Buggy raised a hand. “Yeah yeah, I know that. But this wasn’t ‘I’m listening to my professor’, it was…” He made a vague gesture with his fingers. “You know?”

“Nope. We don’t,” Doflamingo replied, just as confused as the others.

“Distracted?” Buggy tried, frustrated he couldn’t find the words.

Crocodile frowned. “Was he distracted… or staring? Because that isn’t the same thing.”

Shamrock sighed. “Show us. It’ll be faster.”

Buggy thought for a second… then nodded. He straightened, lifted his chin, and stared intensely at his colleagues — keeping a weird little smile on.

Silence.

“…I can’t do it! I look stupid,” he exclaimed, slamming his palms on the table.

“A bit,” Mihawk admitted.

Buggy shot him a murderous glare.
Katakuri, however, looked thoughtful.

“Maybe he… wasn’t paying attention to the class?”

Buggy crossed his arms. “Hn… maybe. But it felt like he wanted to say something. Anyway. Whatever.”

He grabbed his sandwich as if to end the discussion.

Crocodile huffed, sounding bored. “What a waste of time.”

Buggy ignored him completely.

 

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Buggy had barely left the photocopy room when he heard Doflamingo laughing behind him, clearly still amused by his attempt to imitate the “weird student” he had mentioned earlier.

“Seriously, you really looked like a fish out of water, Buggy~”

Buggy grumbled something under his breath.

He turned the corner, followed by the rest of the professors… and at that very moment, someone slammed straight into him.

A bump against his chest — black curls, a goofy smile.

HIM.

The student from this morning.

Buggy reacted instantly and caught the young man by the wrist before he could stumble.

Next to him, another student — tattooed, much more serious-looking — stared at them silently. His gaze briefly moved from the professors to Luffy.

“S-sorry!” Luffy stammered, suddenly as red as a tomato.

Buggy blinked. …Did he just stammer?

“No, it’s fine, it’s not your fault,” he answered with a wave of his hand. “We didn’t see each other because of the corner. The wall blocked the view.”

He only wanted to reassure him… but apparently, it had the opposite effect.

The kid got even more nervous, his fingers trembling around his friend’s hand.

“Y-yeah! Sorry again, professor! We… we’re gonna go now!”

And he dragged Law the other way — so abruptly that Law groaned, “Luffy, this is not the way we were going…”

But Luffy didn’t even stop.

Buggy stood there for a few seconds, wide-eyed.

…Huh?
Do I scare him that much?

He turned to the other professors, waiting for some kind of explanation.

Doflamingo simply shrugged with a smug smile.

“What was that?”

Doflamingo burst into laughter, arms crossed. “Looks like you just terrified a student. Congrats.”

“He looked more embarrassed than scared,” Katakuri added, tilting his head. “Maybe he bumped into you in a… sensitive place and it flustered him.”

Mihawk, who had been watching the whole thing, raised an eyebrow. “No. He was already nervous before he bumped into you.”

Buggy stared at him, incredulous. “So you’re telling me I freak students out before they even have a reason?!”

Crocodile snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Or you’re not scary and that kid just has an issue. Highly likely, considering the intellectual level of this class.”

Shamrock patted Buggy’s shoulder in sympathy. “It happens to him with certain people too. He just panics for no reason. Maybe he simply finds you… intimidating.”

Buggy’s eyes widened in shock. “Intimidating?”

Doflamingo barely held back a laugh — though a little one still escaped.
“Yes, it happens. Some students get crushes on their teachers.”

Buggy immediately choked on his own saliva.

“Excuse me?!”

Mihawk turned away as if the conversation no longer concerned him, while Katakuri nodded calmly.

“It can happen,” he confirmed simply.

Buggy stared at the opposite wall for a long moment, completely thrown off.

A crush? On him? Seriously?

“…Pfft. Ridiculous,” he finally growled, marching off as if nothing happened — even though his cheeks were definitely flushed.

 

❤️🤡

Chapter 3: { je m'inquiète }

Law stopped abruptly and yanked on Luffy’s hand to force him to a halt in the middle of the hallway.

“Luffy, you’ve been acting weird ever since we had lunch together.”

His voice was calm, but firm — clearly, he didn’t intend to beat around the bush.

“Huh? What are you talking about…?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” Law clicked his tongue in annoyance. “We’ve been together since the end of high school. I know you better than anyone.”

Luffy swallowed, uneasy.

“I-I swear I’m fine. I would’ve told you if… if there was anything wrong.”

Law narrowed his eyes, not convinced for a single second.

He suddenly pressed Luffy against the nearest wall — not violently, but firmly enough to make him jump. Thankfully, they were alone in the hallway.

“Don’t take me for an idiot,” he muttered. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it. Did that teacher do something? Has he been harassing you?”

“W-WHAT?! No! Nothing like that!” Luffy exclaimed, far too loudly.

Law stared at him for a moment, both of their jaws clenched for entirely different reasons.

“I just… feel like you’re hiding something from me. And I hate that.”

He finally eased the pressure and stepped back, visibly frustrated at not getting the answers he wanted.

A brief silence fell.

Law ran a hand through his thick black hair.

“…Sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

Luffy shook his head, a slightly awkward smile on his lips. He grabbed Law’s hand and squeezed it gently before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“It’s fine. Sorry if I worried you.”

Law gave a faint smile in response and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Together, they resumed walking toward the right side of the campus.

But for some reason he couldn’t explain… Luffy felt like he had lied.

As though a weight were stuck in his throat. A faint nausea.

Still, he forced a smile and followed Law.

Better to forget about it for now.

 

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Law sat next to Sanji, eyes fixed on his screen, but his mind completely elsewhere. Professor Shamrock was calmly explaining how to structure an essay… but Law only caught bits and pieces of it.

Ever since their talk in the hallway, a heaviness had been tightening around his chest.

Luffy had told him everything was okay. No. He hadn’t told him anything at all.

His fingers were rhythmically tapping the letter “L” on the keyboard over and over, producing a long, irritated sound. Usually so focused and diligent, he simply couldn’t reconnect with the class.

It had been a long time since he’d felt this… unsettled.

In high school, he became a complete mess every time Luffy so much as spoke to him. After they’d started dating — for the first time, Law had felt safe.

Luffy was different.

He was that constant light in his dark life, that energy that pushed him forward. And above all… he had always been honest.

So why did he feel like he’d been kept in the dark, this time?

He pounded the key a bit harder — enough to draw a few discreet glances around him.

A pale hand suddenly rested on his wrist. Law looked up and met Sanji’s blue eyes.

“Law… if you keep going, you’ll break your computer. Or your wrist,” he said calmly.

Law blinked. “Y-you’re right.”

He forced himself to release the key and tried to focus a moment on Shamrock, who was giving a methodical tip on managing workload organization.

Sanji lowered his voice slightly. “Wanna talk about it?”

Against all expectations, the words came out on their own.

“…It’s about Luffy. I feel like he’s hiding something from me. And… it kind of felt like he was treating me like an idiot.”

The blond nodded softly, his Bic pen twirling between his fingers.

“Maybe giving him a bit of space would help? You know Luffy: if he’s got something to say, he’ll say it. But… maybe this time it’s just harder to get out.”

Law pressed his lips together. The reasoning was painfully logical.

“Yeah… I reacted too fast. And I probably… overwhelmed him.”

Sanji shrugged, calm but sincere.

“It’s normal. When someone you know by heart starts acting differently, even just a little… it can throw you off. Sometimes we react emotionally.”

Law took a second to think about it. Sanji wasn’t wrong. He’d gotten used to Luffy always speaking his mind so naturally. And now that he didn’t, he had reacted like a frustrated teenager.

“…Thanks for the advice, Sanji.”

The blond offered a bright smile. “My pleasure. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

“Y-yeah.” Law looked away for a second, slightly embarrassed and not entirely sure why. It’s nothing — you’re just not used to opening up. Calm down.

They didn’t say anything more, but the atmosphere between them had lost its heaviness.

Law refocused on the course, mind a little lighter — even though the worry hadn’t left completely.

 

---

Shamrock pushed open the staff room door and headed straight for the coffee corner. As expected, everyone else was already bunched up there like bees around a flower.

He calmly poured himself a cup before turning his head toward Doflamingo.

“Tell me, Doflamingo… does Law usually grind away at his stuff like that?”

Doflamingo blinked. “Huh? No. Not that I know of.” He wasn’t the most attentive father in the world, sure… but he would’ve noticed.

“Who’s Law?” asked Buggy and Katakuri at the same time.

Mihawk responded with his usual bluntness. “Doflamingo and Crocodile’s adoptive son.”

“He’s not my son,” Crocodile immediately growled.

Shamrock raised an eyebrow. “Anyway. He looked agitated and… different than usual.”

Doflamingo crossed his arms, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Law’s always been weird. He got a tattoo young just to get my attention — he literally wrote ‘death’ on his fingers.”

Buggy stared at him, shocked. “Dude… that’s concerning. You should rethink your parenting.”

Katakuri cleared his throat gently. “Maybe… you should talk to him?”

“Huh? What for? He’s smart enough to handle himself,” Doflamingo sighed, as if the entire conversation bored him deeply.

Buggy raised his hands. “Honestly, since I got here I’ve seen nothing but weird students. Don’t count on me to deal with any of it.”

Crocodile snorted. “He’s mature enough. He’ll manage.”

Doflamingo shot him a satisfied look. “I like it when we agree, Wani—”

Crocodile immediately shoved him away. “Shut up.”

Shamrock sighed. “That’s why I don’t have kids.”

Mihawk slowly turned his head toward him. “And my children? They’re yours as well.”

Shamrock froze for a second… then lifted his cup to his lips. “…Yes. Except our adorable children that belong to you and me.” (Better avoid a divorce in the staff room.)

Mihawk looked away, visibly satisfied. Even though their private discussion later was bound to be long… and probably painful.

Katakuri broke the tension by grabbing his folder.

“Well! On that note, I’m going back to educate the new generation.”

Buggy placed his empty cup next to the sink. “Same. The longer I stay here, the more I wonder what I’m doing surrounded by such shady people.”

He left the room quickly, leaving the others behind.

 

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Once the staff room was completely empty, Shamrock returned to his grading, determined to get through a few essays before the next class.

But he almost immediately felt a threatening stare burning into the back of his neck.

No need to turn around to know who it was.

Mihawk clearly wasn’t finished.

“Mihawk… my raven… it’s not what you think.”

The response snapped sharply: “There’s no ‘my raven’ today. What did you mean by what you said earlier?”

In a few steps, Mihawk ended up in front of him, threatening, arms crossed.

Shamrock raised his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry I said that. You know I love Perona and Zoro. It was just a stupid comment… You know that, right? My little dark love.”

He wrapped an arm around his husband’s waist and gently pulled him against his chest.

“So you didn’t mean it?” Mihawk mumbled, still wary.

“Of course not. I never should’ve said it. I understand why you’re upset…”

He slid a hand along his hip, his lips dangerously close to his throat.

“I don’t like it when you try to soften me up with physical contact and affection…”

“But?” Shamrock whispered, his tongue brushing slowly along Mihawk’s Adam’s apple.

Mihawk took a shaky breath.

“…But I’ll let it slide this time. However, if you talk badly about our kids in front of me again… you can call me your ex-husband.”

Shamrock gave him a gentle smile. “I’ll behave. I’m sorry. I love you… and our kids. I was stupid.”

He sealed his promise with a slow, soft kiss.

Mihawk looked away, cheeks flushed, but didn’t protest when Shamrock slipped a hand under his sweater and brushed his skin.

The staff room door suddenly opened and they reflexively pulled apart — though Mihawk still leaned back against his husband, his gaze relaxed.

He could forgive him… just this once.

 

🦅⚔️

Chapter 4: { une pause, chez papa }

Law felt strangely down at the end of the day.

He had hardly seen Luffy — and, paradoxically, he knew that was a good thing. He was trying to follow Sanji’s advice: give him a little space.

He walked across the campus, surrounded (for a reason that totally escaped him) by the four blond brothers… and Zoro. The sky was turning orange, the leaves above them rustled, and other students’ laughter echoed through the paths.

…Do I really not have any friends besides Luffy’s friends?

The thought passed through his mind like a small bitter flash. Pretty pathetic, Trafalgar.

“So if I get this right, Luffy’s got a problem?” Zoro said with his usual delicacy, hands in his pockets.

“Idiot,” Sanji sighed. “What I’m saying is that Law’s worried. I never said Luffy had a problem. Just that, for once, he might need to think.”

“Because your buddy can think without giving himself a headache now?” snorted Ichiji (Law recognized him thanks to the red flower tattoo on his neck).

Sanji shrugged. “When you say it like that it does sound weird, but yes.”

Niji snickered, a piece of chocolate in his mouth. “I’m telling you, this is going to end badly… and I can’t wait to see it.”

Yonji ripped half of the bar out of his hand. “Shut up, asshole.”

Then, suddenly raising his arms as if he’d just had a revelation:

“Hey, virgins! What we should do, for everyone’s sake, is go to a party.”

He swept his gaze over the group with an extremely serious look, despite the bored stares he was getting in return.

“Come on! We’re at university, damn it. We need to have fun too. I know you’re all nerds who’ve never set foot in a party, but it would do everyone some good.”

Surprisingly, Ichiji nodded slowly. “…That’s not so stupid.”

Law hesitated. The very idea of a crowded, noisy room full of alcohol gave him a slight headache.

“I don’t know if—”

“It’ll be fine,” Sanji cut in, smiling. “We’ll all be together. We can invite the others. And besides, we haven’t even celebrated the start of the school year this year.”

“Last year we celebrated Usopp’s birthday… in his garage,” Zoro reminded them flatly — and everyone grimaced at the embarrassing memory.

Law sighed, but a tiny smile curved his lips. “As long as it’s not in Usopp’s garage again… I’m in.”

A collective laugh answered him.

“What a loser, that Usopp,” snorted Niji — before Yonji mumbled with a mouth full of chocolate:

“Yeah, we’ll all just ignore the fact you’ve got a weird crush on him…”

Silence.

No one reacted — because everyone knew it was true.

Niji cleared his throat, his face a little red, but followed the rest of the group toward the dorms with his dignity intact. The first streetlights flicked on, casting a golden light over the cobblestones. And despite himself, Law felt a little better.

A bit of air. A bit of time. Maybe it would do them both good…

 

---

Doflamingo was walking silently next to Crocodile, hands in his pockets. He looked… thoughtful. Which was rare.

Usually he only thought when he was plotting against someone — or when he was provoking Crocodile just for fun (which the latter deeply hated).

Crocodile finally stopped, visibly annoyed.

“If you have something to say… say it.”

Doflamingo blinked before sighing.

“Wani… it’s about what Buggy said.”

He paused. “Do you think… I really raised Law badly?”

Crocodile slowly raised an eyebrow, surprised by his serious tone.

“…What’s wrong with you?” He immediately took a step back, just in case. “Of course you fucked up half of his education. Ever since your brother’s motorcycle accident and you took him in… you never even bothered to notice him.”

Doflamingo pouted, offended. “Aren’t you supposed to… encourage me? As my husband?”

Crocodile glared at him. “Don’t be condescending. If his education is somewhat okay, it’s because I took care of it.”

He brushed away Doflamingo’s hand, which had risen for a fake caress.

“…That’s harsh.”

“It’s the truth,” Crocodile answered coldly.

Doflamingo clenched his teeth. “And what have you done that’s so exceptional, huh?”

Crocodile sighed, exasperated. “I signed him up to a proper high school, helped him get into this university… and I give him money when he needs it. The rest he manages on his own.”

A silence. Then:

“…Wani, does that make you a better parent than me?”

“Yes, Doffy. So shut the fuck up and go back to the dorm before you start crying like a little girl and draw attention.”

He opened the door, annoyed.

Doflamingo let out a delighted giggle:

“You’re so mean… and I love it.”

“Of course you do. You pervert.” Crocodile took off his shoes and growled as he stepped inside. “Tell me, do you ever think about anything else? You already forgot you were worried about Law?”

“Huh? Oh… Law will be fine. Come on now. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Crocodile rolled his eyes but followed — sighing. With a little luck, Doffy would let him beat him to death without filing a domestic abuse complaint.

 

---

“What the hell was that?!” Doflamingo yelled, bolting up.

“Shut up already, Doffy. Someone just knocked.” Crocodile growled before purposely shoving him out of bed — just for the fun of it.

“Did you bring a whore or what?”

The slap Crocodile gave him in response was brutal. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and threw on a robe while his husband kept whining, following him to the door.

Crocodile opened it — and came face-to-face with Law.

The kid was in pajamas, standing in the hallway at two in the morning, looking completely lost.

…Oh no. Were Crocodile and Doflamingo about to… do something parental?

Law looked down. “I… I don’t even know why I came.”

“Yeah well it’s two in the morning—”

Doflamingo cut himself off as a sharp elbow hit his ribs.

“Come in, Law.”

Crocodile pushed Doflamingo — already pouting — aside to make room.

A few minutes later, the three of them were sitting in the living room. It was probably more awkward than those family dinners where Crocodile had insulted the entire Donquixote bloodline.

“So…?” Crocodile started.

Law nervously picked at the seam of his pants.

“My friends… we’re going to a party this weekend.”

“You’re asking us… for permission?” asked Doflamingo, genuinely confused. At his age, he would’ve told his parents to fuck off long ago — especially his father.

Law gave him a disgusted look. “No. Why would I do that?”

“Forget it,” Crocodile sighed. “Do you have something else to say? (Though I have to admit it’s surprising you actually have a social life.)”

Law took a deep breath. “…Let’s imagine your boyfriend isn’t telling you something. And your friends tell you it’ll get better if you go to a party. Except you’ve never been to a party AND the only ‘party’ you ever went to was a… birthday… in a garage. And now you’re probably going to be a loser and everything is going to go wrong and everything will change forever—”

“What?” Doflamingo and Crocodile said at the same time.

“What I mean is, I feel like Luffy’s hiding something… Sanji told me to give him time and that going out might do me some good… but I’m afraid everything will change.”

His eyes were watery.

Doflamingo leaned toward Crocodile and whispered, “Shit… he’s crying… he needs help.”

“I noticed, dumbass,” Crocodile grumbled, pushing him away. Then he turned to Law and took an unexpectedly calm tone.

“First, your friend gave you good advice. Second… you don’t have to do what everyone else does. But yes, going out could help. You can stay calm, chill with a beer in a corner… observe. There’s no rule for ‘succeeding’ at a party.”

Law stayed silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

“…Yeah. You’re right. I overreacted.”

Crocodile crossed his arms. “It’s normal — it’s something new. And… there’s a spare room if you want to sleep here.”

Law sniffled. “Yeah… but don’t think I find you cool or that I need you, okay? I just had a moment.”

He got up — and a tiny smile appeared on his lips as he headed towards the guest room.

Crocodile and Doflamingo stood still for a moment, then turned to look at each other.

Doflamingo lifted his arms in victory.

“Fuck you, Buggy — we’re amazing parents!”

Crocodile rolled his eyes. “If you say so. Come on, let’s sleep.”

Doflamingo followed him to the bedroom, a big smile already spreading across his face.

“Say, Wani… do you want to—”

“SLEEP.”

He smacked him on the back of the head and dragged him inside the room.

 

🐊🦩

Chapter 5: { Tout est confus }

Luffy loved Buggy’s classes.
He couldn’t have said exactly why… but he enjoyed being there, sitting, listening to him speak, watching him move in front of the board. Of course, he reassured himself as best he could: Usopp had said that some teachers could be sexy. Nothing serious, then. Harmless.

And anyway, it wasn’t like he thought about it all week… well, maybe a little.

Besides, he had Law. His boyfriend. He would never do anything wrong. Looking wasn’t dangerous, right? After all, he had once seen Usopp and Zoro naked during a chaotic night, and he hadn’t ended up dating them for it.

But… with Buggy, it was different.

Today, he wore a slightly unbuttoned shirt under a dark vest, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His long blue hair was tied in a messy bun, with a few strands falling across his made-up face. His pale fingers, adorned with shiny rings and a thin bracelet, held a pen he absentmindedly spun between sentences. The red polish on his nails caught the light of the projector, making his gestures almost hypnotic.

Luffy caught himself staring again, his eyes sliding from Buggy’s hands to his profile, then to his lips that curled into an ironic smirk whenever a student gave the wrong answer.

…What are you doing, Luffy? he scolded himself, shifting in his chair.

He shook his head, tried to refocus on the interactive screen where Buggy was writing a few words in his nervous yet elegant handwriting. But every time the professor raised his hand, every time he spun his pen, Luffy’s stomach twisted in that strange, unexplainable way.

And he hated to admit it… but he was looking forward to the next class.

 

---

The bell had rung. Normally, Luffy would have jumped from his seat and bolted to the cafeteria on an empty stomach, Law and the others trailing behind. But this time, his legs felt like lead. He tried to hurry, really… except, oddly, his body wasn’t following through.

And like an idiot, he ended up alone in the lecture hall, lost in thought, while Professor Buggy calmly packed his things after answering the last students’ questions.

Luffy’s heart was beating too fast. His sweaty hands clutched at the straps of his backpack. His face was burning like he had a fever. Am I sick?

Buggy looked up just enough to notice him.
Luffy froze, unable to move, like an animal caught in the headlights.

“…Luffy, right?” The deep, slightly husky voice sent a shiver through him. “Something wrong? Do you have a question, maybe?”

“Uh… yeah. I mean… it’s just… I didn’t really get… The essay, when is it due?”

Why am I stammering?! his mind screamed. Get a grip, Luffy, he’s just a teacher!

Buggy raised an eyebrow, his bag slung over his shoulder.
“For next Tuesday. Pay more attention next time.”
The tone was firm, a mild rebuke slipped in as if it were the most natural thing.

And yet, it sparked something low in Luffy’s stomach. A sudden, uncontrollable heat. His cheeks flared crimson.

“T-thanks!” he blurted, stumbling back. His bag smacked into a desk and his thigh took the hit. Grimacing, he backed up further, then fled the lecture hall in a complete panic.

Breathless, he nearly ran through the hallway.
No, no, no, this isn’t happening!

That feeling… it couldn’t be that. Not for a simple scolding, not for a teacher, not when he had Law. Law, who kissed him on his bed, who touched him sometimes awkwardly, but always sincerely.
It couldn’t compare.

Luffy leaned against a wall, one hand pressed against the burning lower half of his face. His whole body trembled, sweat beading at his temple.

“…This isn’t good,” he whispered, red to the tips of his ears.
Not good at all.

 

---

Zoro’s dorm smelled faintly of sweat, spilled alcohol, and… something Law preferred not to identify. Sitting on the swordsman’s unmade bed, he tried to focus on Sanji’s overflowing enthusiasm, even though his mind drifted toward Luffy, who hadn’t shown up at lunch. A dull worry weighed on his chest.

“All right,” Sanji announced, theatrically holding up two hangers. Each carried a flawless outfit: one with a long camel coat, the other with a wide red checkered jacket. “You two, even if you’ve got no sense of style. Tell me, which one do you prefer?”

Law narrowed his eyes. “…Aren’t they basically the same, except the coat?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Zoro added with a raised brow, unimpressed.

Sanji’s blue eyes burned with outrage.

“They are NOT the same! The cut, the shoulder line, the drape of the fabric… you’re both ignoramuses, that’s what you are.”

Law and Zoro exchanged a look full of unspoken words. Then, together:

“Eh.”

Sanji clicked his tongue and dropped the hangers onto the bed like he’d just endured the worst insult.

“You know what? I’ll dress you both myself. You’re hopeless cases, but I’ve made it my mission. Just let me save you from your fashion misery.”

He shoved Zoro down into the desk chair, yanked Law by the collar to check his shirt size, already muttering color combinations under his breath, cigarette dangling from his lips.

Law let him, sighing — he’d never cared much for clothes anyway.

Zoro grumbled, “Tch, do what you want, but I’m keeping my haramaki.”

Sanji rolled his eyes. “That ragged green sash you wear to fencing practice? We’ll see about that.”

And, despite himself, Law felt the weight in his chest ease just a little. For the first time that day, he forgot about Luffy for a moment, swept up in Sanji’s stylist tornado.

 

---

“I could almost cry…” Sanji placed a hand dramatically over his face, miming a tear. “You’re incredible. Incredibly… hopeless!”

Zoro tugged at his sleeve with a groan.

“They look like matching outfits.”

“OF COURSE they’re matching!” Sanji exploded. “You’re both wearing my clothes!”

He smacked both of them on the back of the head.

“…Did you just hit me too?” Law asked, incredulous, adjusting his beige collar.

“Yes.” Sanji didn’t even blink.

He grabbed them both by the shoulders, spun them toward the big dorm mirror, and snapped his fingers like a director admiring his masterpiece.

Law and Zoro now stood side by side: one in a long camel coat, the other in a fitted jacket, both wearing beige sweaters underneath. Subtle watches gleamed at their wrists.

“Now,” Sanji ordered dramatically, “tell me you look handsome.”

Zoro frowned at his reflection.
“…I look stiff.”

“You always look stiff, it’s not the outfit,” Sanji shot back, lighting a cigarette.

Law sighed, but his own reflection made a faint smile tug at his lips despite himself.

“…It’s not so bad.”

Sanji puffed out his chest like he’d just won an award.

“Not so bad?! You insolent wretch, it’s sublime! You’re finally worthy of being seen at my side.”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “As long as we can drink at this party…”

“Oh, you’ll drink, yes. But more importantly, you’ll be the classiest men in the room thanks to me.”

Sanji stepped closer to the mirror, threw his own jacket over his shoulders, and adjusted the collars of his two “creations” like an egotistical designer.

For the first time, Law and Zoro shared a complicit glance in the mirror.

A glance that clearly said: we didn’t have a say in this, but at least we look… decent.

“By the way, Law, how’s it going with Luffy?” Sanji asked, swatting Law’s hand away from his hair as he tried to fix it.

Law looked aside. “…Not great. He wasn’t at lunch. I ended up stuck with Yonji and Nami. And… it’s awkward being stuck between a couple.”

“I get it,” Zoro chuckled. But he froze the second Sanji, without warning, sprayed cologne… right into his mouth.
“WHAT THE FUCK! Bastard!” he coughed, nearly choking.

Sanji ignored him completely, focusing again on Law.

“Don’t laugh at him, idiot. It’s serious.” He grabbed Law by the collar to pull him close and spritzed cologne on his neck. “I don’t want to be alarmist, but… it’s starting to get worrying.”

Law startled at the contact, but said nothing. Don’t think about it. It’s nothing… Still, he had to admit he felt strangely comfortable surrounded by Sanji and Zoro. A reassuring, almost warm feeling.

“I feel bad about this,” he confessed, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. “I feel like… I’m missing something.”

Zoro bumped his shoulder hard enough to nearly knock him off balance.

“We’re gonna have fun tonight. Put it aside for now, all right?”

Law took a deep breath, then managed a small, weak but genuine smile.

“O-okay.”

Sanji ran a hand through his blond hair, satisfied with his work as their self-appointed stylist. Zoro was still grumbling about the cologne he’d swallowed. And, despite the little knot of anxiety in his chest, Law found himself enjoying the moment — maybe the party really would do him some good.

 

---

Chapter 6: { préparatif }

The girls were giggling, sprawled across Nami’s bed, which was buried under a mountain of clothes. Shoes were scattered everywhere, and the vanity was drowning under nail polish, jewelry, and makeup brushes. The dorm looked like a disaster zone, but none of them seemed to care.

“I still can’t believe my brother came up with this idea,” Reiju sighed as she adjusted her iridescent dress, checking her reflection in the mirror. Her lips pursed, though her eyes gleamed with amusement.

Nami, seated beside her, calmly applied a bold red lipstick. She shrugged, perfectly composed in a striped fitted blazer that flattered her figure.

“I have to admit, even if he’s my boyfriend, he doesn’t always come up with brilliant ideas.”

Perona, already dressed in her gothic black dress and a spiked choker, burst out laughing as she crossed her legs.

“That’s exactly why I’m a lesbian: fewer problems.” She snatched a black bracelet from the vanity and slipped it onto her wrist. “And besides, my girlfriend’s actually smart.”

“Thank you, princess,” Reiju replied with a mischievous smile, eyeliner brush in hand.

Nami rolled her eyes with a laugh, then set down her lipstick. “You two are insufferable… but at least you’re gorgeous.”

The three shared a knowing look in the mirror, surrounded by the chaos of their improvised night out. The dorm had never been this messy… or this full of life.

“You guys noticed that Law and Luffy aren’t together as much lately?” Nami asked as she checked the alignment of her false lashes in the mirror.

Perona immediately rolled her eyes. “Don’t get me started. Even Zoro noticed. And usually, he only notices Sanji.” She clicked her tongue, annoyed. “What, did he develop a crush on Law? Seriously, Law’s already taken… idiot.”

“I actually saw him hanging around Sanji,” Reiju chimed in, eyeliner perfectly drawn. She folded her arms with an amused smirk. “I mean Law, not Luffy. But I find it weird. Don’t you think something’s going on?”

“My poison, you’re clearly enjoying this,” Perona teased, her black-painted nails tapping idly against her glass.

Nami nodded, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “I have to admit, it’s pretty entertaining…”

Reiju tilted her head, pink curls falling over her shoulder. “We should discuss it properly. Maybe even… place bets.”

A silence heavy with implications fell, before Nami and Perona exchanged a look… then burst into near-diabolical laughter. They already had their wallets out as if the idea was irresistible.

“You know exactly how to hook us,” Nami said, slipping a folded bill between her manicured fingers.

Perona laughed. “Now this is getting interesting.”

And in the perfume-laced air of the dorm, the conspiratorial laughter of the three girls echoed, promising endless discussions and even riskier wagers.

 

---

Niji, Yonji, Ichiji, and Usopp had crammed themselves into the twins’ dorm. Jackets, shirts, and shoes were strewn everywhere—evidence of the chaos their party preparations had unleashed.

“We’re here because Zoro, Law, and Sanji are hogging my dorm?” Usopp asked as he sat down on a bed, looking confused.

“And also because this is my dorm, not yours,” Niji corrected, raising a brow.

“Who cares,” Ichiji cut in, tossing a shirt onto the already massive pile of clothes. “We’ve got to get ready for the party, losers.”

He slipped into a jacket, immediately pulled it off, then tried on another—completely unable to decide.

“What the hell are you doing? Trying to look decent?” Yonji scoffed, shoving him aside to snatch a new jacket.

“You never know,” Ichiji replied, adjusting his collar with mock seriousness. “What if I run into a sexy guy…?”

His brothers burst out laughing, and the room dissolved into a lively mess of teasing and stolen jackets.

In the middle of the chaos, Niji had moved closer to Usopp, using the distraction as cover to lean in slightly. His smile softened.

“That color… it suits you,” he murmured, nodding at Usopp’s blue shirt.

Usopp flushed, fingers nervously playing with a curl of his hair.
“Blue… you really think it looks good on me?”

“Yeah.” Niji discreetly hooked his pinky around Usopp’s, the small gesture carrying a lot of meaning.

The fragile silence between them was shattered instantly when Yonji and Ichiji started laughing again, shoving each other so roughly that they toppled both boys over—cutting short their awkward flirting.

“Hey! Watch it!” Usopp yelped, face red.

“Sorry, we just wanted to check if you were still alive!” Ichiji teased.

Niji, slightly annoyed but amused, rubbed the back of his neck before shooting Usopp a pointed look.

A look that clearly said: we’ll pick this up later.

 

---

Time was ticking by.
Still a little shaken from Niji’s attention, Usopp had finally left the dorm with the Vinsmoke brothers. Between Yonji and Ichiji’s endless bickering and laughter, and Niji’s secret smile, the group set out, noisy and full of energy.

Meanwhile, Law, Sanji, and Zoro had piled into Law’s car. The brooding driver kept his focus, a stark contrast to Sanji, who proudly adjusted his sweater, while Zoro was already slouched in the back, arms crossed.

“We’re going to be the best-looking ones at the party, thanks to me,” Sanji declared, checking his reflection in a pocket mirror.

“Yeah, unless you make us late with all your fussing,” Zoro grumbled, eyes half-closed.

Law sighed, but the corner of his lips curved up despite himself.

Back in the girls’ dorm, Nami, Reiju, and Perona were putting the final touches on their looks. Their heels clicked against the floor, the coffee table groaned under the weight of perfume bottles, and the air was thick with laughter and a buzz of excitement.

“All right, queens of the night are ready,” Reiju announced with a wink.

Nami pushed a red strand of hair back into place, her bag already slung over her shoulder.
“Let’s go grab Luffy. If he’s dragging his feet, we’ll kidnap him.”

“Perfect,” Perona said, adjusting her spiked choker. “I want to see his face when we show up like this.”

The three girls exchanged a devilishly complicit smile before strutting out of the room, perfumed, elegant, and more than ready to own the night.

 

---

Luffy had no idea about the party. The girls dropped the news on him at the last minute, storming into his room like a perfumed tornado.

He froze, eyes wide.

Why didn’t Law tell me about this? he thought instantly, throat tightening. No—worse: why would Law even agree to go to a party? That wasn’t like him. Did he suspect something? Had he… figured it out?

Maybe… maybe that ridiculous crush he’d developed on his professor. Luffy’s stomach twisted. No. No, that was absurd. He was overthinking it.

He didn’t even have time to dwell on it before Nami grabbed one arm, Reiju the other, and Perona dove into his closet with a wicked laugh.

“Up and at ‘em, soldier, you’re going out tonight!” Nami said with a determined smile.

“But I’ve got nothing to wear!” Luffy protested, overwhelmed.

“Wrong. You’ve got too much to wear. And we’re better at picking than you are,” Reiju retorted, tossing him a shirt that he barely managed to catch.

Within minutes, the three of them had transformed him: hair tousled but stylish, fitted shirt, clean pants for once, and a hint of subtle cologne.

“Tadaaa!” Perona cheered, raising her arms as though she’d just unveiled a masterpiece.

“I look… uptight,” Luffy muttered, tugging at his collar.

“You look handsome, and you’ll thank us after two drinks,” Nami said firmly.

Before he could argue further, they pulled him by the hand and practically shoved him into Reiju’s car. The doors slammed, the engine purred.

And Luffy, still blushing furiously, found himself swept away toward a party he hadn’t chosen… but where, apparently, everyone was waiting for him.

A night to laugh, to let loose, maybe even to get drunk.
And, without realizing it yet, a night that would stir far more inside him than he wanted to admit.

 

🙊❤️

Chapter 7: { Soirée }

Law could say without hesitation that this party was much livelier than Usopp’s pathetic birthday in his garage. He had stuck close to Zoro and Sanji, a safe bet to avoid mingling with the other students—and, more importantly, to avoid anyone trying to talk to him.

He had spotted Luffy in the crowd, arriving a little after them. But his boyfriend had gone straight to Usopp, without even looking for him.
Did it hurt? Yes.

Did he feel like seeing him right now? Not really.

Sanji and Zoro seemed perfectly indifferent to the fact that he was trailing behind them like a chick after its mother. Crocodile had once said there was no “right way” to enjoy a party. Maybe. But Law couldn’t help feeling out of place.

Thankfully, drinking games weren’t a bad distraction. A beer pong match never hurt anyone… unless, like him, you were utterly terrible at it and had made the brilliant mistake of challenging Zoro.

“I think that’s enough…” he muttered, cheeks flushed, determined not to completely lose control.

“Law, I know you’re overthinking again,” Sanji teased, flicking his forehead. “Here, drink this, it’s a special mix.”

“I… I don’t know…” Law hesitated, but still reached out for the cup.

That’s when Zoro pulled out a small bag and waved it under their noses.

“I’ve tried it already. You’re gonna love it.”

Sanji and Law exchanged a look. Surprisingly, it was Law who made the first move. Screw it. He was supposed to be having fun, wasn’t he? He was in college! His boyfriend was acting weird, slipping further away. So why not, just this once, wreck his brain a little?

 

---

Meanwhile, Luffy had recognized Law’s car when he arrived. But the girls had ditched him at the entrance, telling him to “go have fun.” He ended up alone, cup in hand, sitting on a shabby couch watching some guy puke on the coffee table.

Usopp had stopped by a few minutes earlier, bragging in detail about his interaction with Niji and their plan to “roll some joints upstairs.”
Luffy had just mumbled a vague congratulations and let him go.

Now, sitting in that dingy corner, he started to wonder: Had he done something wrong? Was this karma for staring too much at his professor Buggy? For neglecting Law? For being a mess?

His thoughts were interrupted when Ichiji plopped down next to him, already drunk. Luffy half-listened as he bragged about a tequila challenge that had earned him fifty berries.

“Ichiji… do you love someone?” Luffy asked bluntly.

“Huh? Isn’t that your thing? You’re always glued to that guy… what’s his name again?”

“Law. But I want to know if you’ve ever loved someone else… more than the person you thought you loved.”

Ichiji burst out laughing. “Shit, you get philosophical when you’re wasted? Listen, if you don’t love your guy anymore, sleep with the other one.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. At least then you’ll know for sure! Cheating for a good cause.”

Luffy stayed thoughtful. “…I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

But Ichiji had already stood up, pointing at a tall guy across the room.

“Who the hell is that?”

“I don’t know… looks like a... Wait, where are you—”

Too late. Ichiji had already stormed over. Luffy just barely caught the man introducing himself as “Kid”—probably that new student Usopp had mentioned. And right before his eyes, Ichiji started hitting on him in the most obnoxious way possible.

“…Okay, I don’t wanna watch this,” Luffy sighed, abandoning the couch.

 

---

By that time, Law was completely high. Not that he was sure of it… but he felt loose. Too loose. His thoughts were foggy, his words slipping, and he burst out laughing with Zoro and Sanji at every dumb thing.

“Fuck!” Sanji lit a cigarette, laughing. “Now this is relaxation, right Law?”

“I feel like… like I’m in a cotton candy cloud…” Law slurred.

Zoro cracked up. “He’s totally stoned!”

“Looks like it, yeah. Who’d have thought we’d see Law high as fuck?” Sanji teased, kicking him lightly. Law collapsed against him, mumbling incoherently.

“I’ve got an idea!” Law suddenly blurted, sitting up so fast he nearly toppled over.

“What now?” Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow.

Law leaned in as if sharing a secret. “We should skinny-dip in the pool. I saw it in movies.”

Sanji and Zoro exchanged a glance, weighing their options… then, with zero common sense left, they yelled and started stripping. Seconds later, the three idiots were splashing naked into the pool, laughing their asses off.

“No way!” Niji cackled, filming on his phone. “Some morons just jumped in the pool naked!”

“Dude… I think those were our friends,” Usopp muttered, wide-eyed.

“Yeah, explains why one of them looked like Zoro…” Niji grinned, pausing the video. “You want a copy?”

“Hell yeah, I’ll make a group chat!” Usopp cheered.

 

---

Luffy, wandering through the halls to escape Ichiji’s cringe flirting, heard the splashes and shouts. Three dumbasses had just cannonballed into the pool naked. Of course. Idiots were everywhere.

But his attention was yanked elsewhere almost immediately.

Luffy blinked in disbelief. Chaos had erupted in the living room. A fight.

What the hell? Why do I keep running into Sanji’s brothers all at once… and where the hell is Sanji anyway?

“I saw you staring at my girlfriend, don’t deny it, I know your face!” a guy shouted, shoving Yonji hard.

“Wait, you’ve got the wrong guy!” Yonji protested, glancing desperately between the furious guy and… Nami.

“Seriously, Yonji?!” Nami crossed her arms, exasperated. A circle of students had already formed around them, chanting and cheering like it was a show.

“No, I swear! I don’t even know this girl!” Yonji pleaded.

“You don’t know me?!” the blonde shrieked. “You made a disgusting comment about me earlier!”

“What? No way! Nami, I stayed with you, you know that! I didn’t say anything to this crazy—”

SMACK. A brutal slap cut him off. Yonji froze, stunned.

Nami wasted no time. She grabbed the blonde by the hair and slapped her back, hard.
“You think you can touch my man, you fucking BITCH?!” she roared, and the two girls started shoving each other until a whole table of beers crashed to the floor.

“And you, control your bitch!” the guy yelled at Yonji.

Big mistake.
Yonji snapped, punching him so hard he crashed into a chair.
“Nobody calls my Nami a bitch!”

“Go, girl! Kick her ass!” Perona shrieked from atop a chair like she was watching WWE.

Reiju tried to step in, hands raised. “Seriously, you’re all impossible—” But the crowd shoved her back, unwilling to let the show stop.

In the middle of this carnage, Luffy stood frozen for a second. Then, with calm resignation, he grabbed a vodka bottle off the buffet.
He looked up at the ceiling, sighed.
I’m not drunk enough for this.

 

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Law, Sanji, and Zoro stumbled out of the pool, dripping and naked, just as the deafening commotion spilled from inside. Not just loud music—screams, insults, glass breaking.

They even saw a blonde girl get slapped out the door into the garden.

“Shit…” Law blinked blearily. “That was stronger than expected. What did you give us, Zoro?”

Zoro just shrugged. “…Good question.”

Sanji narrowed his eyes, then gasped. “Wait, is that Yonji over there?!”

Indeed, his twin brother was wrestling some guy… both armed with a shovel and a watering can like improvised weapons.

Law tried to comment but doubled over, vomiting loudly into the pool’s edge. The sound was pitiful. He was almost sure someone filmed it.

Zoro and Sanji hooked him under the arms, dragging him toward their clothes.

On the way, Law raised a trembling finger. “I… I saw them…”

They followed his gaze. In a dim bush, two figures moved suspiciously.

“…Is that Niji and… Usopp?”

Zoro squinted. Sanji’s jaw dropped.

Law nodded frantically. “I swear! I saw them! They weren’t doing anything holy, okay?”

“Forget the bush,” Zoro cut in, shoving Law’s pants on him crookedly.

Sanji sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Exactly. Forget the bush, Law.”

“But—”

“No.”

Moments later, still staggering, Law threw his arms up like he was delivering a speech.
“I want a beer! I, Trafalgar Law, must have fun!”

Zoro and Sanji exchanged a look. They should have said no. Really. But once again, they didn’t have the energy to stop him.

Back inside, the chaos was at its peak: half-drunk idiots literally licking beer off the floor, others fighting over chairs like their lives depended on it.

Sanji wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Okay, I’m ignoring that.”

He snatched a full wine bottle from an overturned table and motioned to the others.

“Upstairs. Hopefully it’s less of an apocalypse up there.”

 

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The bedroom they broke into wasn’t ideal.
First, it was locked—but Zoro had “opened” it with his usual subtlety. Then, the décor screamed child’s room. Stuffed animals lined the shelves, pale pink curtains floated at the window, and the bed—much smaller than their dorm beds—creaked under the weight of three.

Sitting there, Law’s eyes were red, his voice trembling almost as much as his hands. The half-empty wine bottle dangled limply from his fingers.
“You know… I think it’s over between us.” His words fell heavy. “It’s been days since he’s even looked at me. I feel like he’s hiding something.”

Zoro shrugged, taking a swig. “Sounds kinda paranoid.”

“It’s not paranoid!” Sanji snapped, instantly defensive. He pulled Law against him, wrapping his arms around him to calm the shaking. His fingers slid through the dark strands, stroking gently. “Law’s not stupid like you.”

“I feel like I’m going crazy,” the brunette whispered, voice cracking.

Zoro clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “You should just let go. Luffy will come back… And even if you break up, we’re here.”

Law looked up at Sanji. Maybe it was the warmth of his arms, the exhaustion, or just that primal need not to feel alone. Maybe just the alcohol and drugs blurring his boundaries. But he leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to the blond’s.

Sanji didn’t pull away. On the contrary, he drew him closer, deepening the kiss with surprising tenderness.

Zoro, silent witness, hesitated only a moment before leaning in too. Their lips met—awkward at first, then with growing certainty. Touches grew slower, heavier, heat rising in that far-too-small bed.

Soon it was a tangled mess of arms and torsos, clumsy but sincere caresses, muffled sighs lost in kisses. The child’s bed creaked absurdly against the weight, contrasting with sweat and shivers.

And for the first time in a long while, Law stopped thinking.
He didn’t think about Luffy, his doubts, or the consequences. Nothing existed but this surreal bubble where he kissed Sanji and Zoro, their bodies pressed in a chaotic but strangely harmonious rhythm.

In that tiny bed, in a room with pink walls and forgotten toys, he finally let himself go.

 

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 11 of Couple Buggy