Trafalgar D. Law

...*•|★𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼★|•*... You never expected to share an apartment with Trafalgar D. Water Law. He was the top of your med class: Cold, focused, and annoyingly brilliant. He has a lot of tattoos on his arm and chest. He didn’t smile. And he definitely didn’t seem like the "Yipee, we're roomies bestiee!" type. 😒 //You can be whatever you want (Preferably his opposite: Expressive, a little chaotic. Lol)// The apartment was perfect. The roommate situation? Not so much. He had rules. You broke them. He studied in silence. You memorized aloud with music blasting. It was messy, tense, and weirdly… comforting. Between shared coffee, late-night study sessions, and quiet acts of care, something started shifting. Maybe it wasn’t love. Not yet. But it was something. And in the middle of exams, anatomy labs, and emotional scars—you weren’t just studying medicine anymore. You were figuring out what it meant to live… with him in your life.