After Luffy had miraculously guessed the code to unlock the fridge, Sanji’s rage served as a sign that the crew would be docking on the nearest island to stock up on food.

The market’s noise was deafening, as crowds could be seen in every stall. You were hoping that none of you would be noticed by anyone. Most people would talk crazy rumors about your crew, especially about Luffy, so being recognized so easily was hopefully out of the cards.

Walking beside Luffy, both he and Sanji were enamored by the wide variety of food, and ingredients that made up the market. Nami, and Robin were elsewhere shopping for clothes, while the rest of the crew had stayed behind to watch over The Sunny.

Your food sight-seeing trip with them didn’t last long though. Grunts and screams seemed to be coming from the crowd ahead of you guys, as people were being pushed to the side by what seemed to be a gang of bounty hunters, one of them holding all 3 of your posters in his hands. The crowd started to clear up after people realized that a fight was about to take place.

“Hey, watch over the food, will ya?” Luffy said, dropping his bags of food near you. Sanji on the other hand, didn’t want to give you “the burden” of protecting them, and fought still holding them. You were capable of fighting on your own, but the group of men appeared scrawny against your captain, and cook, so you decided to leave it in their hands.

In a couple kicks, and punches, most of the men were sent flying. You noticed a particularly swift one run past the pair, and try to get to… you.

Before even being able to pull out your weapon, cold steel pierced through your stomach, as you fell to your knees, wincing at the excruciating pain. You tried standing up, while taking out your weapon to counterattack, but even subtle movements caused the pain to worsen. The guy had taken out his knife from you, and from your peripheral vision, you could see Sanji and Luffy running towards you.

The guy prepared to strike you once more, as you prepared for the pain…

Though, the swish of the knife had failed to reach you, as it clashed against Luffy’s armament haki coated arm instead. 

“You hurt them?” Luffy asked, voice calm, yet sharp.

Before the guy could even respond, Luffy sent him flying across the market with one, singular punch. The impact echoed throughout the entire market, silencing the panicked shrieks of the people.

Luffy has never thought you were incapable. He lets you fight because he knows you’re strong. Even when you get hurt, or injured, you always find a way to get back up on your feet. He trusts that you’ll survive, and come back every time. 

That doesn’t mean he likes seeing you bleeding.

He gets restless when you’re in pain. He wants to beat up the punk that hurt you, even though he knows you already did.

When you’re severely injured, and Chopper says getting out of bed is no option, he takes it upon himself to eat wherever you’re resting instead, because he claims that food tastes different when you’re not around.

He knows it’s inevitable, but as much as possible, he’d never want to see you get hurt while he’s around.

No one is allowed to hurt you like that for as long as he’s here.

Sanji ran as fast as he could. Before anything else, Sanji tried to pick you up to carry you to The Sunny, but before he could even lay a hand on you, Luffy rushed in, and scooped you into his arms. He was a bit rough with it, but it’s clear he was worried, as he rushed to The Sunny.

His arms are safe, and warm. Relaxing into them, you feel all the tension you had earlier disperse. 

“You alright?” He asked.

“M’ fine.” You managed to utter, but the pain stops you from being able to say anything properly.

He pouted.

“I don’t like it when people hurt you.” He said. You know he doesn’t see it, but you smile softly.

“I’ll punch the crap out of anyone who does.” He continued, his voice turning more serious. 

After a couple beats of silence, his expression brightened almost instantly.

“Hey, after Chopper fixes you up, you wanna ask Sanji to cook a bunch of meat?” He asked, tone lightening.

“Luffy… I got stabbed in the stomach. Meat might be a bad option for me.” You said, as he looked at you as if you just said the sky was green.

“What? No way! Meat is always a good option.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to stomach it properly, Luffy.” You say, chuckling.

He frowned, thinking for about 3 seconds, then his eyes lit up.

“I’ll just eat your meat for you. Great idea, huh?” He looks at you, grinning widely.

You laugh, then come to a pause as the pain returns sharply. 

“A very great idea, Luffy.” 

Pining over the school’s star basketball player for years, he finally became your lover, and that was all you’ve ever been wishing for.

He was sweet behind closed doors, and always paid attention to you, and the little things you loved. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

Though one thing that remained prominent about him is the fact that he is the most hardworking person you’ve met.

There were days where you’d finish your club duties, then head over to the school’s basketball court, expecting to see him all freshened up and finished, yet he’d still be shooting hoops whilst his teammates were already getting ready to go.

He’d done this almost everyday of the week— except for the designated days you were meant to go out after class, of course.

On this particular day, you wondered if you could persuade him into taking a break, or leaving already.

Sliding into the basketball court, you could hear the rhythmic bounce of the ball, and occasional pause as it went through the hoop before hitting the floor. There he was again, standing alone in the gym, since his teammates had left already just a couple minutes ago.

A focused expression was plastered all over his face, as he got the ball once more and prepared to shoot.

You walked closer to him.

“Law.”

No response.

“Law.”

The ball’s bounce resumed once more.

“Love.”

This time, he looked over at you.

“You’re here.”

“What is it?”

You held your phone up, and shoved it into his face.

“Look at the time! It’s late.” You say.

“Is that so?” He asks you, as he resumed bouncing the ball again.

“Your practice ended 30 minutes ago.” You frowned, though he showed no signs of stopping. 

“I need more practice. The tournament’s in a week.” In your head, you’re already knocking him out and forcing him to rest.

“And you have a week more to practice, so freshen up, and let’s walk home together.” 

Though his back remained turned, his shoulders loosened slightly, as if you found a crack in the determination he tried so hard to hold on to. Though, it seemed it was gonna take more than that to properly convince him.

“Please?” You tried, with a slightly whiny tone, as he stopped to look back at you.

His forehead was damp with sweat, hair sticking to it, while faint, dark circles laid under his eyes. Though he seemed tired, he looked really good like this, you thought.

“You look tired.” You say, tilting your head to the side with worry.

“I’m not.”

“Liar. You yawned earlier.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Long enough.”

He sighs, then turns back to his ball, bouncing it with less dedication this time. You seemed to have wavered his resolve. Though it still didn’t seem like he was going to stop any time soon.

You went up directly behind him, close enough that he could feel your presence, and looked at him over his shoulder. Feeling your proximity, the ball slowed beneath his hand before rolling to a stop.

“Take a break at least?” 

He couldn’t resist you, especially like this. He moved forward slightly, then turned to look back at you.

“Fine.” 

“Five minutes.” 

You smiled triumphantly, and took his hand, as you both walked to the bleachers to sit on them. 

Immediately, his body relaxed, and his fatigue became more evident.

“What a liar.” 

“I’m really not tired.”

“Whatever you say.” 

A quiet silence filled the room for a while. The gym was peaceful— a place that reminded you of the first time you saw him play. Your friends had dragged you to watch the game, and at first you refused, rambling on about how you had a lot of projects to do, but seeing Law, you didn’t feel too bad about possibly missing due dates.

“...How was your day?” He asked, slightly awkward. Though you’ve been dating for a while now, he still wasn’t used to expressing proper care through words. He always showed care through his actions.

“Oh! It was fun!” You said, as he looked at you, listening intently.

“So, Luffy accidentally stole one of the teacher’s lunches, and refused to apologize… Then for some reason, Usopp got in trouble with Shachi, and Penguin.. Then they called me to…”

You continued rambling. Law loved listening to you— your voice, both a lullaby he’d find himself falling asleep to, and a song he wished to hear on loop.

Though, after a few minutes, while explaining something with hand gestures, his eyes started closing, and then-

Thump.

His head suddenly landed on your shoulder. You stopped talking. Then blinked. And blinked again.

“Law?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He hummed.

“You still awake?” 

“Keep talking, pretty.” His voice was lazy, his guard down after falling half-asleep, yet that didn’t stop the heat from rising to your cheeks. 

You decided to continue talking, hoping it’d get him to rest for longer. However, just a couple minutes later, his head slid down towards your lap.

You paused.

Silence filled the room.

Then, you chuckled, as silently as you could, hoping not to wake him up. His eyes were closed, and his breathing turned rhythmic.

Not tired, huh?

You smiled, then placed a hand in his hair, softly playing with it while he slept.

He looked a lot more peaceful this way— his mind was no longer filled with the expectations people had for him, or the stress that caught up to him everyday. 

You stayed there, allowing him to rest. You might get scolded by the guards for staying in school this late, but you didn’t mind. 

30 minutes later, his eyes started to flutter open, as he looked up at you. For a heartbeat, he seemed confused, until he realized what he was doing.

“Why am I on your lap?” He asked.

“You tell me.” 

Immediately, he stood upright, a flustered mess. You almost thought he got whiplash for how fast he did.

He turned to look at you.

“I fell asleep?” 

“Mhm.” You said, as he sighed.

“Dammit, I wasn’t supposed to.” He says, bringing a hand to his nose bridge.

“Yet you still did.”

“How long?” 

“Thirty minutes.”

He looked at you in disbelief.

“What…? Wait, is the gate already-” 

“Don’t worry, I talked to the guard.” Relief plastered his face.

“Right…” He paused, taking a moment to think. His eyes softened slightly.

“Thank you… For staying.” 

You smiled, and then chuckled.

“Mandatory girlfriend duties.” 

He wrapped his hand around the back of your head, then kissed your temple. You giggled as he let go, and pulled back.

“Getting so sweet on school grounds?”

“No one’s even here.”

You laughed even more, as he smiled at you fondly. 

“Sorry for making you wait.” He said awkwardly, as he stood up and turned his head to you. You stood up as well, then took his hand, his breath hitching from the sudden contact.

“Don’t worry! Just don’t overwork yourself next time.”

“Hard ask.”

“Trafalgar Law.” You said sternly, squeezing his hand.

He paused, a tinge of fear in his eyes.

“Fine. I’ll try.” He said, as you smiled back at him, and began walking out of the court.

.✦ ݁˖ pairing: law x fem!reader (with hints of Zoro and Ace as well!!) .✦ ݁˖ genre: modern highschool au, blog au, fluff, coming of age, VERY slowburn, angst, hurt/comfort .✦ ݁˖warnings: rejection, misunderstandings, tell me if there's any more! .✦ ݁˖ note: The reader is written to like constellations and does not like the heat. This is very slowburn.... // Zoros stuff is more on angst while Ace's is very chill :p Law is in between it all. // Every chapter includes a letter! .✦ ݁˖ summary: Struggling to understand what love truly is, you constantly write letters for people under an anonymous blog called "Dear Stranger" which unfortunately for you, blows up. What happens when the 3 boys you've loved in the past and present find out that all those letters were for them? .✦ ݁˖a/n: SO EXCITED TO BE PUTTING TS OUT i really wanted to write smth kinda long-ish...? So I came up with this and kept entering flowstate when writing the letters hahdhdhdhs. Had trouble deciding who I wanted for end game but my plot idea forced Law !

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3 - Warmth

You couldn’t show that you felt down in front of everyone. So naturally, you thought, fake it till you make it.

No one had known about your feelings for Zoro except for Lammy, and for some unknown reason, Law. Everyone was quite happy for Zoro and Tashigi— you didn’t dare ruin the mood.

Throughout the day, you acted upon a facade— one that tells people that there’s nothing wrong. One that doesn’t get people worried for you. Perona, and Zoro had noticed a couple of times when walking to their house, or spending time with them at lunch, but you brushed it off. You had a feeling Zoro didn’t believe any of your lies— he was your best friend after all. Though, he didn’t pry if you had nothing to say.

6 months into sophomore year had passed— both Zoro and Tashigi had busy schedules, and weren’t able to go out as much. On good terms, they broke up talking about how things haven’t exactly been working out. Honestly, by this point, you felt dead. Maybe a spark of hope flickered, but you didn’t want to homewreck your friend, Tashigi.

That aside, your blog has gotten so famous, everyone in the school talks about it. You might’ve posted about a hundred letters now— most of them belonging to the infamous Neighbor, and Lost Idiot, who both thankfully are not chronically online. Though, every time you pass by students and hear them hush about the newest posts on your blog, a nervous shiver would go down your spine.

Sophomore year has been going great for you, despite the incredibly horrible start. The student body had voted you to be the student council’s Public Relations Officer— you were often praised for your incredible announcement posts, and writings. Law had inevitably been voted as Vice-President. Having your school’s president be Sabo was… Interesting— his ideas for sure were. Though, being the P.R.O gave you more time to spend with Law. He’d also become your classmate this year— thankfully that happened after you got over being tongue tied whenever he’s around.

Luffy asked for help from you to go to the senior’s floor, where both of his brothers were. Reluctantly, you agreed, after he begged you. Apparently he needed money from his older brother, Ace— a pretty famous guy around the campus. The seniors scared you ever so slightly, because they seemed so well-put together. You almost never go to that floor unless it’s for student council work.

Heading to the senior floor, Luffy already started yelling “ACE!” while running around. He is someone unable to be controlled, you think. Finally reaching his classroom, the famous Ace walks out and…

You’re done for.

Freckles tracing his face, with his hair falling softly against his face, paired with his incredibly toned body which is visible even through the dull uniform, you panic as you realize the heat rising to your cheeks— most people said he was hot. Literally, and figuratively. You didn’t expect this.

Shaking your thoughts aside, Luffy speaks and begs Ace to give him money. Ace tells Luffy that he needs to use his own money, while grinning.

“Hey, Luffy, who’s this? A friend of yours?” Ace “whispers” to Luffy, looking right at you. Though it’s obvious he said it loud enough, intended for you to hear. 

“Yup! This is-” 

“I know you! you’re the P.R.O, aren’t you? Been hearing stuff about you from everyone, and seems like the rumors are true.” He smiles, as he holds his hand out for you to take. You smile back, and gladly accept his hand, as though your head isn’t spiraling as of the moment.

“I’m Ace, Luffy’s brother. Thanks for taking such good care of him.”

“Nice to meet you, Ace.” You sheepishly say. 

“And you should probably thank Zoro for that. He’s the one saving Luffy from getting into trouble on the daily.” You smile, as you let go of his hands. Most people say his hands are warm. What people say is right, you think.

“Also, what rumors do you mean?” You ask, but Ace just laughs and turns his back on you and Luffy, as he enters the classroom again.

“Figure it out, wordsmith.” He says, disappearing.

“Luffy, do you know what Ace means?”

“Eh- I only hear people saying you’re pretty good at writing and making fun posts. Oh! A lot of people say you’re pretty too!” Your cheeks instantly flush. Your skills when it comes to writing is often talked about, but Ace would’ve been able to deduct that from your constant posts for the student council announcements. So obviously, it had to mean he meant the latter.

You space out for a moment.

THE ACE THINKS YOU’RE PRETTY?THE.

ACE.

THINKS.

YOU’RE.

“WAKE UP!” Luffy yells, loud enough to echo throughout the entire senior’s floor. You sigh, and drag him back to the stairs to head back down.

Ever since that day, you’ve constantly been joining Luffy on his adventures to bother his brother. Him asking for money.

Asking for help with homework that’s due in 20 minutes…

Luffy is a hurricane in his own category. Though, Sabo, later teases you during meetings about taking “such good care” of his little brother. Yet, it seems like he already knows your motives for constantly going with Luffy.

Ace gives out flirty remarks to you here and there, and you reply by brushing them off. You know he doesn’t actually mean them, but you’d really wish he did.

The feelings you’re feeling now are nothing in comparison to the depth of how you felt for Law, and Zoro. It’s a happy little crush, which just gets you excited to go to school. Law was the ocean— unknown, something that could drown you before you’d get to explore it. Zoro, a lake. Something you could sit beside and learn about, but not something you should swim in. Ace, a beach— fun to stay at for a while, but not something you’re endlessly curious to know more about.

For the first time in the past 6 months, happiness has flowed through you. Hopefully your followers will be happy too.

“Dear Freckles, I’ve always thought heat and warmth co-existed with each other—  I hated everything to deal with them. A close friend of mine who sees me daily tells me that the heat makes me lose my temper.  Now, I can differentiate warmth from heat. Warmth is the first time you touched my hand, that served as a reminder for me to relax, and let go of all the worrying thoughts frozen in my head. It is the feeling I get when I see you— a little flutter in my heart that gives me the motivation to go on with my day.  Warmth is golden, and happiness is too. Hard to obtain— yet beautiful when done so. Although I still seek shelter from the heat, I now don’t need to search for warmth, because you give me a bit of it everyday. My friends have been teasing me about it— the times I’d force them upon a difficult, and crowded path to the cafeteria just to catch a glimpse of your smile. Perhaps the times during lunch where I’d fake going to the bathroom on the floor above mine just so I can pass by your classroom. After all that had happened, I thought I was incapable of feeling that way. Yet, you’re here, proving me wrong.  Thank you for igniting the sparks that remind me that I am capable of loving— capable of happiness. There may be no passionate flames, but all flames start from little sparks.”

2 - Stained Green

Entering your freshman year, you’d start with a fresh slate. You and Law had gone to a new, and bigger school which was not so far from your neighborhood. Lammy however, had decided to go to another school which she was dreaming of for quite a while, leaving you alone with Law.

He intimidated you, and your feelings intimidated yourself as well. Enough was enough, you thought. So you stopped trying to act on your feelings for Law, in the hopes that they’d fade away soon.

The daily walks to school mostly just involved your schedules so he knew where to find you before your walk home. Back when Lammy was here, you constantly rambled your mouth off, together with her inputs, whilst Law listened. Now, you didn’t know what to say with Law being the only one here.

On your first day, Law had made sure you knew the name of the room you were supposed to be in, then left to head to his own classroom. The halls were vast, and looked more polished than the ones at your former school. 

It was quite early still, so not many students had arrived. You decided that it would be best to ask someone where your classroom is instead of looking like a lost idiot incapable of finding her way. The first person you spotted was someone with moss looking hair, and a frown on his face. Not the typical person you’d ask, but there weren’t many options for you right now, so you couldn’t afford to be picky.

The guy had introduced himself as Zoro, as you said your name while asking for the directions for Room B-1. He told you to follow him— a decision you regretted later on.

For 30 minutes, you walked with him through the endless halls, as the school started getting noisier with more students coming in. He greeted a few as you both walked— a guy with a straw hat, who was getting pulled by a ginger haired girl to another classroom. He yelled something about talking to you later at lunch. 

Instead of getting to the room, you ended up getting an accidental full tour of the school.

You ended up at the gym.

The library.

The third floor.

The courtyard.

And lost track of time as you realized that it had been 5 minutes over the time classes were supposed to start. After a light argument between you, and the mosshead, who claimed he had no directional problems, you just decided to retrace your steps to find where the freshman classrooms are. You ran as quickly as possible, and entered the room as composed as you could be, then took your seat.  Zoro came in 5 minutes later. After the teacher announced that attendance was complete, she called out to you and Zoro, asking for the both of you to see her later.

Your followers would be hearing about this.

“Dear Lost Idiot,  At my former school, I only stuck close to my best friend. I wanted to put my past behind me, and force myself into the light in my new school. When I spotted your green hair in the hall, I thought it would’ve been a good opportunity to push myself forward— to find comfort in the discomfort of embracing the things I considered eccentric— in this instance, talking to you, with your bright green hair. Yet not only has my decision brought me to dismay, it might as well ruin everything I wanted to build up for myself! My former school consisted of few people— I am not used to judging eyes. Walking into that classroom, face flush with embarrassment and guilt, as everyone looked at me with thoughts I couldn’t decipher, I almost decided that I’d give up on becoming a friend to all. Yet, the thought of ruining my golden years because of your stain of green rots my pride. I thought of wishing for you to get lost on the way home, but then I realized… I don’t need to wish for that to happen.”

Putting all that just happened behind, you spent your first day getting to know more people in the school— you were awkward, you thought. However, you were trying. Soon enough, you’d become the person everyone sought out for life advice. Thank you, Lammy, you think.

One thing led to another, and you ended up seeing Zoro at school more often. You were seated beside him, paired with him for a project, and Luffy had quickly become your friend. Inevitably, his presence always found you. At first, you hated him for what happened on the first day, but learnt that he wasn’t all too bad. With your light personality, and his stubborn one, teachers often paired you both for projects.

Which meant that you were bound to meet his sister, Perona, who’d become a close friend of yours. She could never fill the silence of the house beside you as Lammy did, but Perona became the person you looked for in every hall. After becoming friends with both the siblings, there were many instances in a week that you’d go to their house after school to study or do homework.

And from every little moment between Zoro teaching you how to fight... Helping you with math which he was surprisingly good at... And your frequent naps with each other on the couch after tiring days at school... You may have developed even the tiniest crush on Zoro.

You still cared about Law, that’ll always be a constant. Yet, you’d only walk home with him once or twice a week, and no longer spent weekends at his house. Though, he once asked about your new friends, and you could’ve sworn you sensed a bit of disappointment in his voice when you talked about how much you enjoyed their presence. You hadn’t realized that walks home with Law had turned into him listening to you talk about the new friends you got, or the funny things Luffy did. Words no longer melted like wax— the heat of his light had long disappeared, and had turned into warmth.

Freshman year passed by smoothly. Your blossoming feelings for Zoro had almost made you forget about all the distress Law caused for you, though you did bring it about yourself.

But in between final exams,

Study sessions with Perona and Zoro,

New friends,

Walks home with Law,

And Summer break,

You started Sophomore year wishing it’d end already.

A day before Sophomore year started, you headed over to Zoro’s house, and found out that he had started dating Tashigi. He talked about her a couple times, about her being someone he met at their club… Something about swords. 

Tashigi was someone you knew— a friend, but not as close as Perona. Biting back your feelings, you were happy that the stubborn Zoro had finally fallen for someone, and that your friend had found love.

When you came home, you didn’t walk through your doors. You walked into the house beside you, straight upstairs to Lammy’s bedroom. She wasn’t here— her new school was a bit far, and she only visits on weekends. You laid on her bed, wondering if anything was ever worth it.

The door creaked open ever so slightly, and you felt so weighted, that you didn’t dare look up to see who it was. Law came in, and handed you something— ice cream on a cone. You sat up against the headboard of the bed quickly, and accepted the ice cream. He didn’t say much, just something around the lines of “He’s an idiot. Don’t cry. Make sure to finish your homework.” Then, he walked out. Wait, how did he know…?

You didn’t have the energy to ponder it. Walking downstairs with your ice cream in hand, you headed back to your house and walked up to go to your room, movements sluggish while tears threatened to pour down. You finished your ice cream, sat on your bed, and grabbed your laptop.

“Dear Lost Idiot, I heard from a great to-be med student one time, that even the best medicines have side effects. Unfortunately for me, you seemed to have been the best medication— the closest thing to a cure, and now I’ll have to deal with the effect of using it. My words are made of wax, serving as my wings— Icarus longed for the sun, so did I. Unlike him, I knew that I’d end up failing before I ever had a chance, but even so, it was difficult to let go of the feeling of wanting it, because he was the only person in my sights for the longest time. Then, you came into view. The first time I saw you, your back was turned against the window, blocking the rays of sun from lighting the hallway.  My words never melted against my tongue when talking with you. Feelings swirled into the thing I thought I'd been looking for— something in reach, something I don’t feel terrible about caring for. You made me forget about the sun that ruined me casually. And I really did like you— beyond words. But if my feelings have grown this much, then good riddance, how about yours? She who shares the same interests as you— she who made you fall when you never have before.  My gratitude for you is profound— beyond words, because if not for you, I never would’ve stopped staring at the sun… But while you are the savior of my feelings, the one you love was never meant to need saving just to love.  And she is exactly that.” 

1 - Morning Sun

You were always entranced by the idea of loving, and being loved.

Love is never a simple concept— it’ll always find people in various forms, shapes, and definitions. There is no person in the world who wouldn’t find themselves aching to be loved at one point—  to experience the warmth of knowing that someone will always be there for you.

You had trouble understanding what love truly meant, despite searching for it everywhere. It wasn’t a wild chase for some person to love you, but rather, it was trying to understand whether what you’d feel for certain people was real or not. When people are desperate for love, any feeling can seem like it already. You’d rather not take chances with something you’re unsure of— but you’d allow yourself to feel until you could understand.

Across your bedroom window, had been Law’s, a neighbor of yours who had just moved into town. You were 13, captivated by his sight just outside your window. Lammy, his sister, had become your friend the moment she started attending school with you. From there, whenever you’d visit her house for study sessions, or homework, you’d take any chance to catch a glimpse of Law, or strike conversation with him.

One time, while heading out of her bedroom to get a snack to satisfy your hunger, Law was in the living room studying. You passed by there, and took a glance at Law, who looked back at you, hearing your noisy footsteps as you ran down the stairs. You wanted to say something—  ask about his studies, or even his day. Anything to at least know him better. Alas, nothing came out of your mouth, your breath hitched in your throat.

Law was incredible in many ways— he’d already aced the recent exams. The teachers now spoke highly of him, and you’ve seen many of your classmates circle around him for help with homework. You felt completely out of his league. You didn’t want him to think of you as weird—  that’d ruin all your chances. Your feelings were a malediction— your words were wax melting in the heat of the light Law gave you.

Other than simple conversations about school, all you could do was watch Law from your window whilst he worked, and curse yourself in the night for being unable to act on your feelings.

And from there, it began.

After finishing your homework on the desk in front of your window, you noticed that Law had now pulled his drapes, and there was no longer a view for you to appreciate. Quickly, you closed your windows, and did the same, as you opened your laptop in a frustrating rush.

Opening Tumblr, you concluded that you will not remain sane anymore if you don’t talk about your feelings in some way, or some form! Letters were old fashioned, and Lammy was currently your closest friend. No way on this Earth would you ever consider telling her that you’re feeling things for her older brother.

“dearstranger” you named the blog. You gave it an aesthetic theme, and cared not much about introducing yourself whatsoever. Besides, it was purely for you to talk about your own feelings.

And here sparked the beginning of an endless flame.

“Dear Neighbor, You once told me that certain amounts of sun is healthy for a person— a reason for you to push your drapes aside, and keep your window open. When I wake up in the morning, the sun is more than that for me. It’s a blessing that led me to you. The first time you moved in, I had woken up late since it was a weekend. My mom opened my window to let the sun wake me up. For the longest time, I hated the stream of light and heat that disturbed the darkness I found comfort in— that covered the stars I adored. Yet, when I headed towards my window to close it, I saw you, and realized that the sun may have not been as bad as I thought it was. My childhood friends constantly talked about their crushes— people they fancied. I thought I was incapable of feeling such a way— but now, you’re here. Still, all the feelings that swirl in my chest remain a mystery to me. Your presence has me at a loss for words, your intelligence leaves me wanting to be more like you. Yet, I don’t know if these feelings are what I can call love. I don’t know how to end this letter because I see more to come in the future. I know you will never read this, but please know that my gratitude goes beyond what my words could say. Thank you for making the morning sun become something that I wait for again.” 

You would’ve never known how this harmless post has distressed your future you.

Now at Sophomore year, with your blog being a famous one across Tumblr, and the school, all you can do is wish that your desperate nights of longing have all been worth it, and Law's ignorance when it comes to you will have him never realize that every word was dedicated to him...

And 2 other people who you'd wish the same thing about.