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You were beyond tired.
Working as one of the nurses for the newest, high tech, fancy and affordable famous hospitals in The Grandline was a dream come true for some.
You?
Sure, it paid well. Fantastic. You worked and studied your ass off to get through nursing school. Somehow everywhere wasn't taking in new fresh, faced newbies. It made you lose hope. Tempted to go back to your old jobs by working as a librarian's assistant and busting tables on your days off.
After the last straw you decided to turn in an application for "Heart" General Hospital after making a bet with Nami that you wouldn't get in. Why?
The Head Director and Doctor Trafalgar Law is known to be an extremely professional and hardworking, overachieving and rude... highly attractive asshole.
The Surgeon of Death, Dr Heart Stealer was a Miracle Worker in his field, becoming one of the youngest and wealthiest, most sought after doctors on this side of Grandline. Knowing he came from The North Blue with his fellow coworkers and childhood friends, Penguin, Shachi and Bepo was cute.
Oh, you had seen him on the covers of magazines, one of the hottest and most eligible, rich and sexy bachelors on the marriage market.
Of course, you were a fan. Okay, a fangirl. Maybe, he was your teenage crush... Obsession... Still is. But that's beside the point!
Two years and you still couldn't believe you got in! Trafalgar Law had been away to conduct your interview, so the task had been handled by his Chief of Staff Bepo, the polar bear mink. Without a second hesitation you asked him for a hug which he gladly returned!
You had heard the rumors. He didn't play around when it came to his job, people's lives and was a hard ass to everyone. You do mean everyone.
And yet... Somehow. You could have sworn Dr Heart Stealer was extremely and unfairly targeting you. That he hated you since day one. You couldn't figure out why?
Oh, you would be nice and civil. But you weren't going to roll over and cower in the corner, hell no. So you would challenge him, bite back, your own childish, stubborn and bratty spiteful nature showing its ugly head whenever you were the most tired.
Seriously? What the hell did you do to earn the ire of Dr Grumpy, insomniac?
Doc's going to give himself an early heart attack or aneurysm one of these days you can see it. And frown lines and wrinkles. You wouldn't be surprised, if the twenty-six-year-old already had a few grey or white hairs secretly hidden underneath his unruly, inky black tresses.
Who will save our grumpy heart surgeon when he himself needs a Doctor? You thought to yourself as you got off the elevator. You phone buzzed, sneaking a glance as you unlocked your screen and opened a group chat message that consisted of you, Penguin, Shachi and Bepo.
Watch out, Y/n! Caps looking for you better make a run for it!
Uh oh, better, hurry. Seeing that message made you speed walk towards the exit.
You had already used the hospital showers and dressed in your casual pajamas, which consisted of a tank top, basketball shorts and a zip up hoodie. You were heading through the lobby and was closer out the door and to your bed when you heard Dr. Killjoy calling your name.
Damn, almost made it to freedom. You pause, halfway turning. Your hand tightening on the strap of your small black duffel bag with white spots, the hospital logo on it and your name embroidered. It was a company gift during Christmas for every one of the hospital staff and workers to receive a commemorative gift at the end of the new year. During your first year it was a soft yellow and black blanket with hearts all over it and last year was your duffel bag.
Law walks towards you, his brows knit tight as he scowls.
Well shit. That wasn't a good sign first thing in the morning.
Who the hell put sour candy in his coffee this morning? You thought to yourself, knowing he hated sour things when you offered him a blackberry war head once while on break, which he refused watching as you opened the wrapper and shoved it into your mouth without making a sour face. You swear he looked at you as if you were an alien. You just smiled and laughed, stuck out your tongue, showing him, the candy then putting the muscle back into your mouth, shoving it into your chubby cheek. "The trick is to suck on it to dissolve the coating faster."
He nodded his head and continued drinking his coffee.
Back to the present.
You're unsure why he's upset. Maybe it was because you were tired, or your sympathetic nature feeding off of Law like a giant emotional battery. It made your own temper and annoyance flare. You just wanted to go home, enjoy your day off, relax before coming back in tomorrow. Inwardly groaning you peaked outside the giant glance windows and into the parking lot, directly in the direction of your parked car. Please let this be quick.
With the scowling, towering, coffee addict doctor being so close, it's hard not to notice what he's wearing today. A dark navy sweater with the company logo directly over his crossed arms, black feathered collar, his spotted print faded washed denim jeans, black boots and hatless.
Such a shame to cover all of the tattoos that littered his body and hiding his lean yet hint of muscled physique. It's clear that he takes pride in his body. However, as nice as it looked. If you had to pick your favorite feature on Trafalgar Law? It would have to be his eyes. The most intense and icy, spine-chilling stormy silvers you'd ever seen.
"Hey." You answer, trying to act casual. "Need something?"
He stands in front of you. Well, damn. Penguin and Shachi were right. The Captain, Trafalgar Law is pissed off. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to go home, take a nap and relax." You answer. "It's my day off today. Don't you remember, Captain?"
Captain was everyone nickname for Trafalgar Law, given he ran the hospital as if he literally was "The Captain" of a sea fearing vessel, a ship, no, better yet, a yellow submarine! Nah.
His scowl lowers into a frown.
What? You don't get it? Just what the hell did you do this time? You helped one of the interns who got lost trying to find the laundry room yesterday. To be fair, this hospital was massive! You took all of the dirty dishes down to the kitchen on your designated floor last night and took care of a new mother who's just given birth two hours ago. Seriously, what more does he want? You'd wish he'd tell you!
"Bepo is sick." Law explains, pinching the bridge of his nose with his middle and index finger. "Penguin and Shachi are already busy." He opens his eyes; flashes of anger and annoyance cross his face as he keeps his voice low. "In an hour we have a trio of brotherly burn victims on the way this morning and I need your assistance in the operating room."
You wanted to tell him it wasn't your problem. Sure, you've helped Bepo, Penguin and Shaci in the operating room before, but never Law. Never The Surgeon of Death and your Captain. But instead, you kept your mouth shut and in a firm line. You didn't want to already push anymore of his buttons and anger him further. "Okay." You say, trying to keep your tone even. "What about Ikkaku? Or-"
He cut you off. "No, L/n." He bites and continues. "There is no one else available right now. Only you."
"Someone is always on call." You fire back, anger rising. "Besides I'm not dressed for it."
His jaw clenches. "You do know our protocol and motto, don't you?"
If you are free and able to help, then you have to pull your weight until the task is done.
The Heart company motto?
Every patience who comes in is a top priority.
"You know what? Fine." You huff, throwing your small duffel bag onto the chair beside you. "Since you insist that I need to get ready now and last minute." You puff out your chest, hand on your hip as your turn and face your boss. "I'll get ready right here."
"You wouldn't dare." Law's lips twitched into a smug smirk, trying to call your bluff.
"Oh? I won't, doc?" Retaining eye contract with Law's amused liquid metal orbs, you proceed to quickly unzipping your jacket, yanking it off along with your blue tank top. "I'm get ready now."
You are standing in the middle of the lobby, fellow doctors, nurses and hospital staff, patience are watching the exchange between you two, but you don't care. You don't care that everyone is getting an eyeful of you half nude form, all your extra pounds, rolls, love handles, tiger stripes, thick thighs and hint of cleavage or your wide hips and ass.
You weren't ashamed of your body.
You owned it with pride. Besides, if a man didn't appreciate all of your curves and flaws then he wasn't worth your time.
Was it petty and crossing many social, illogical regulations and rule breaking behavior? Absolutely. You wouldn't be surprised, if you were giving a slap on the wrist or called into Law's office later for such an unabashed display as undressing in front of your boss but also for the whole hospital to see.
Frankly you were too tired and pissed off to care.
Then again. Watching Law's smug and cocky assed smirk vanish as his eyes widens, and his cheeks grow inflamed. You kept going, yanking off your basketball shorts, leaving you in your bra and underwear, throwing the clothes into your duffel and bending down infront of him as you proceeded to put your scrubs back on.
Kicking off your flip flips and switching them out for your socks and tennis shoes before quickly retying your hair into a messy bun with a scrunchy you had kept on your wrist. "There. I'm dressed and ready for servitude." You gave a mocking salute. "Are you happy now, Captain?" Zipping your bag and marching while hissing as you pass him. "You owe me overtime, coffee and breakfast for this, Doc."
Law watches you go. He's too stunned to speak. His cheeks and tips of his ears are red. He simply had no words; he was completely tongue tied and flat out shocked.
Penguin, Shachi and Bepo saw the whole things. All three were covering their mouths for different reasons. Bepo out of worry and embarrassment, Penguin and Shachi were holding onto each other while trying not to blow their cover, each shoving a hand over their mouth as their shoulders shook and quaked.
"Damn, she got him good." Penguin whispered through clenched teeth.
"I think that's the first time a girl stood up to him and made him shut up." Shachi muttered, biting his bottom lip.
"Why didn't Captain say it nicer?" Bepo said, his voice muffled by his paws.
The other two glanced at the Polar Bear Mink as if he'd grown a second hand.
"Did you forget who our boss is?"
"Yeah, Captain snow leopard tsundere doc would rather eat bread than confess his jealousy and feeling for-"
Shachi and Bepo backed away, their eyes widened.
"What?" Penguin stopped talking, then he felt a cold, icy chill crawling down his spine. "Shit, it's Cap, isn't it?"
The man and mink nodded.
Penguin turns, coming face to face with the most seething, venomous, heated glare they had ever been on their boss whenever StrawHat Luffy tries to shove bread into his face. Or anyone who really pissed The Surgeon of Death off!
"What was that, Pen?" Law's voice was low, heated and filled with deadly, sharp edges. "I'd rather do what?"
Penguin gulped. "Nothing."
"Good." Law grit out. "Get back to work." His gaze shifted to the other two. "Bepo, take this and go home." Law shoved his hands into his lab coat pocket and shoved the prescription into his chest. "Doctors orders. Stay home for two days and call me if your condition worsens."
All three scramble, shouting, "Ai, ai, Captain!"
Law sighed, scrubbing his face as he glances around the lobby. "Shows over."
Everyone shifts there gazes away, going about their business or getting back to work.
The grumpy doctor trudges his way back into his office, slamming the door shut. He leaned against the door, his grip on the door handles tight, white knuckled. Law's whole body felt flushes as his heartbeat thudded hard in his ears, the organ slamming against his ribcage and he leaned his head back and covered his eyes with his free hand. "Damned, stubborn, bull-headed woman." He muttered to himself.
How the hell was he going to think straight if all he could see behind when he closed his eyes was your half naked body? Not to mention the new annoying problem tightening in his pants. Law uncovered his eyes, clicking his tongue and glaring down his crotch. "Traitor." He adjusted himself, awkwardly, stiffly walking towards his work desk and sat down in his big, leather office chair. Trying to think about any turn off to solve this problem quickly.