A/N: Okay so this is not only my first OP fic but also my first time on this site. This is all new for me! So this idea came to me a few days ago and I decided to run with it. I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think!

*Law's POV*

It was a day like any other. I went to class, listened to all the lectures, and went back to room to study. After about a few hours I took out my headphones and got up to stretch and walk around, that was when I saw it. Smoke floated up into the clouds and the bright orange and yellow flames engulfed what seemed to be half the campus. I was frozen in my spot. I had never seen a fire so big before. Sure we had smaller ones here and there but this one, this light up the entire campus. I could hear students screaming and I could see them running from the flames. I grabbed my phone and saw I had 10 missed calls and quite a few messages. I hit 2 on speed dial. On the third ring he picked up.

"Law? Are you okay? Where the hell are you?" The voice on the other end was frantic.
"I'm in my dorm. I was studying. I'm sorry I didn't hear my phone. What's going on?" I asked. Grabbing my hoodie and pulling it on.
"A fire started in the east dorms. We have no idea what caused it. Luckily almost everyone in there was at practice so as far as we know everyone is accounted for. What are you doing? I just heard your door."
"I'm going outside to.." I was immediately cut off.
"No go back to your room and stay there!" He demanded.
"But I can help." I protested.
"No you are best in the dorms. They should be doing a headcount and we need everyone in their rooms to be accounted for." I let out a sigh. I knew he would win out in the end.
"Fine." I huffed as I headed back to my room.
"Good. I will call you as soon as I can." And with that the line went dead.

I unlocked my door and slammed it shut. Here I was in college and my father was still bossing me around like a child. I threw my phone on the bed and ripped my hoodie off. I opened my window and looked out. The east dorms were for all the jocks and anyone in sports. I watched as more people flooded out of my building but was immediately ushered back in by Shanks, the red haired math teacher. I stood at my window and watched until there was a knock on my door. I didn't even have time to answer it before it opened. It was Shanks.

"Room 1408, just your Trafalgar?" He said as he checked his list.
"Yeah." I said.
"We will be moving the students from the east dorms here so please be prepared." He informed me.
"But there was an agreement. I am supposed to have a room to myself." I stated.
"Well this is special circumstances. It is only temporary." He didn't give me a second chance to argue because he had already closed the door and moved onto the next dorm.

I wasted no time in grabbing my phone off my bed and going to my messaging app.

What the hell? They are telling me I have to have a roommate.

I paced my room which now smelled faintly of smoke. I had been here for six months and part of the agreement was that I would get my own room until I left. Even both rooms beside me were empty. I enjoyed my solitude. I was on the 4th floor which was the top floor. Most people avoided it because they hated the stairs. I paced for five minutes before I remembered my phone was on silent. I fished it out of my pocket and saw that I had a message.

Im sorry. I know but right now they have nowhere to go. Its only temp. Sorry kid.

I scoffed at his reply. He would say that. I grabbed my hoodie to go back outside when another message came through.

And stay inside!

I rolled my eyes and flopped onto my bed. Sometimes I hated my dad. I rolled onto my side and looked at my room. I had an extra bed pushed into a corner that I used for storage. I had both the desks pushed together because it had all my books and equipment. I didn't even want to imagine the wreck that my closet was. I let out a loud sigh and got up to start cleaning.

I started with the bed first. Most of the mess was clothes and old papers. I wasn't even sure if the clothes were clean or dirty and after a sniff test, they defiantly went into the dirty pile. All too quickly my clothes basket was full and I decided to go start some laundry while cleaning. I grabbed the huge pile of clothes and my detergent and headed to the end of the hall. The great thing was the fourth floor had a laundry mat so I didn't have to go to the first floor for theirs.

I swiped my ID to get into the room and set the basket on the table. I sorted out all my pants, white clothes, and colors. Normally I wasn't a messy person but finals were quickly approaching and I didn't have time to do anything but study. I put each set of clothes into separate washers and started them. I put a timer on my phone and headed back to my room.

Next on the list was getting rid of all old papers I didn't need. I ended up stuffing them into plastic bags I found around the room. I couldn't find many though and had to go downstairs to the kitchen to steal some trash bags. I took my already full bags and trashed them on the way. I passed the longue on my way and to my surprise it was full. I figured everyone would be outside or in their rooms.

However I quickly found out why everyone was downstairs; on one of the tables stood the teachers worst nightmare. With a blue ponytail, red nose, and white face paint stood the class clown Buggy. He was yelling about something and getting the students riled up.

"This is our dorm! We shouldn't have to make them comfortable! They always pick on us and look down on us. Well now it's our turn!" The crowd erupted with yells of 'yeah' and 'woo'. I rolled my eyes and moved on. It was true that the jocks made most of our lives hell and looked down on us but starting shit with them while living with them wasn't going to make life any easier.

I wondered into the empty kitchen and threw my trash and grabbed a new box of trash bags. It wasn't like they would be missed. I also grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed back to my room. When I passed the lounge, the clown was still at it and he seemed to have quite a few of the students who agreed with him. I did not plan to have any part of whatever he was scheming. Honestly if his parents hadn't of donated so much to the school before they died, he would have been kicked out months ago.

I made it back to my room and turned on some music and started cleaning again. I managed to get the bed cleaned up and then moved onto the desk. That was going to be more difficult because it had beakers and scalpels and everything I used for my experiments. I started with all my sharp objects. I packaged them up and put them in a drawer. My beakers would have to wait because I was working on an experiment and they couldn't be emptied just yet. I cleaned all my papers off and put them into draws. I carefully moved all my beakers to on desk and moved the cleaned off desk to the other side of the room with the empty bed.

Last on the list was the closet. It was full of his coats and more school work and broken beakers and whatnot. I didn't mean to let it get so out of hand but when I am mid experiment and beakers break, I didn't have time to throw it away so it just went into the closet. I opened the door and decided it would be best if I used gloves for the job. I grabbed a pair from my desk and set to work.

An hour later the closet was clean of glass and anything sharp. I also had my coats on hangers and on one half, leaving the other half empty. I stood back and admired my work. The room was clean all I had left was to re arrange the room a bit. I needed to move the bed out of the corner and move the desk. I drank the rest of my water and was just about to start moving the bed when my door opened.

I looked up to see who had just come into my room unannounced. There stood a blonde mad with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He was in a pink button up shirt with hearts and a black coat that was made of feathers.

*Kids POV*

"Defense run Blue Smoke. Offence run Windmill. GO!" Coach Smoker barked out. My defense huddle broke and we lined up. Franky and Daz were to either side of me and Luffy, Shachi, and, Killer was across from us on offence. Shachi hiked the ball to Luffy and we started our play.

Practice went on like that for over an hour until coach called us all in and told us who would be running laps and who would be lifting.

"Offence has laps; defense is in the weight room. Get to it!" Smoker ordered and turned to scald the cheerleaders who were wondering to close to our practice. I rolled my eyes at the girls and followed Franky and Daz across the field. Franky was on about something he was making in welding and Daz just looked bored. I trailed behind them. I didn't so much care to talk. I wasn't a people person and everyone knew that. My anger issues were known through the campus.

All the defensive line piled into the weight room and partnered up. I decided to just stick with Franky and Daz since I could somewhat tolerate them and we were all about pretty evenly matched when it came to how much we could lift. We started with bench presses, and then moved onto squats, and to pull ups. As we were taking a water break one of the cheerleaders ran in and told us that the coach wanted us and it was an emergency.

Every one of us bolted out of the weight room and onto the field. We smelt it before we saw it, smoke. We looked up and I know everyone's heart dropped as mine did. We saw smoke coming from the direction of our dorms. At that moment everyone panicked. Luckily Smoker arrived before anyone could leave the field.

"Everyone! We have no idea what happened but that is your dorm that is on fire. You must all stay on the field to make sure everyone is accounted for!" Smoker yelled over all the confusion. Players tried to protest but he quickly silenced them with a glare.

"What do you think happened?" A voice whispered behind to me. I turned to face the team's running back and the only person I would consider a real friend, Killer.
"I'm sure I have two guesses." I mumbled.
"Do those guesses have a name?" He asked.
"I'm sure you know who I am talking about and if I find out that it was.."
"Eustass Kid!" Smokers voice rang out, cutting me off.
"Here coach!" I shouted back. He continued down the list of names and I turned back to Killer.
"I hear what you're saying. I'm sure if it was them, we will find out before long." Killer said as he fixed his blonde ponytail.

I didn't understand why he wouldn't just cut it. The coach didn't either and it always pissed him off. They constantly fought about it but Killer always won out but he had to put it up for practices and games. Killer normally wasn't the one to fight but he always fought Smoker when it came to his hair. Killer was normally one to try and keep things peaceful.

"Okay everyone is here. Now we don't know how bad the damages are or what caused the fire but it is unsafe to go back to your dorms. We are making arrangements for you to stay in west dorms. Right now they are preparing rooms for everyone. What I need everyone to do is hit the showers and change. We will go eat dinner and by then they should have rooms ready for you." Smoker announced to all of us.

Almost everyone protested and started firing questions at him. Killer and I just made our way to the showers. We knew there was no point in arguing. Our shit was ruined and we were now moving into the dorms with the kids we picked on every day. We were done with our showers just as everyone was heading in and for that I was glad. I really hated having to share a shower with some many others. On a normal day I would normally just wait and go to my own dorm to shower but I apparently no long had that option.

I went to my locker and dried off and got changed. I grabbed my phone and wallet, which was all I had on me and followed Killer out. We made it to the café which was nearly empty except for the few basketball players who were getting done with conditioning and a few kids who had been studying late and lost track of time.

Killer and I grabbed a burger and some chips and headed to a deserted corner. Normally the football and basketball players were at each other's throats but it seemed losing everything in a fire broke everyone spirts. Even as more players for each team came in, no one said a thing to the other. This had to be one of the most tension filled dinners I had ever been to.

"You done?" Killer asked me. I had been so lost in thought I hadn't even realized he had finished his food.
"Yeah. Let's get out of here." I said as I stood up.

We dumped our trays and headed to where our coach sat. He was sitting with Mihawk, the basketball coach, and they were talking about something. They got quite as we approached.

"Hey coach." I greeted. "Uh what are we supposed to do about a place to crash?" I asked.
"We have a temporary arrangement made with dorm one. Let me see where you are at. Uh Kid 1408, Killer 1407. I would just like you guys to know beforehand that I had nothing to do with these placements. It was the principal." Smoker informed us. He handed us our keys. "Blankets have been delivered to your rooms already and I believe that the principal said something about clothes in the longue."
"Thanks." We both said and headed out to our new rooms.
"At least we are in the rooms next to each other." Killer pointed out.

We had originally been roommates with one other guy, Shachi. He was on the offense line with Luffy and Sanji. I was hoping that I could be with one of them again but it looked like I wasn't going to get that lucky.

We arrived at the west dorms and saw that Smoker had been right. The principal was handing out clothes in the longue. Well I say handing out, he was playing on a handheld system with bags of new clothes. Killer and I stopped by and picked up some extra clothes and headed to the fourth floor to see our new rooms.

I stopped in front of the room marked 1408. Nothing was on the door like my old room. The basketball kids were always trying to pull pranks on us and the latest one was to nail dirty underwear to our door. To retaliate, Killer, Shachi, and I left dead fish in their vents and bathrooms. However this dorm was clearly in better shape than ours were. It even smelt better. I wondered to myself how long that would last.

I put the key in the door and shared one last glance with Killer before twisting the knob and walking in. I was not expecting to walk into my science teacher arguing with my new roommate. Neither of them even seemed to notice that I had walked in.

"Damn it! How do you even do that?" The black haired kid yelled at the teacher.
"I don't know. It's not like I mean too." The teacher replied with a carefree shrug.

I cleared my throat. They both turned and seemed shocked that someone was even there. I gave the room a quick once over and saw the empty bed and desk I assumed was mine. It had a folded blanket and a few towels. I threw the clothes I had in my hand on it and turned back to the two who were watching my every move.

"Oh Eustass. You are Law's new roommate?" Mr. Corazon asked.
"I have told you all year that I don't want to be called Eustass, it's Kid." I glared at him. I hated being called Eustass.
"Well I will let you two get acquainted." He said with a slight smirk. "Law it's only temporary, behave." He told the black haired kid with a stern glare.

The kid just turned away and ignored him. The teacher gave me a quick pat on the shoulder and left the room. The kid he called Law moved to the window. I tried to see what he was doing but he blocked my view with his body. When he turned around he had a fluffy white, thing, in his hands.

"I'm Trafalgar. I have cleaned out half the closet for you but I don't really think you will be needing it." With that he smirked slightly. Oh, how I wanted to hit him right then. "Don't touch any of my experiments or Bepo or Bart. Hopefully you will be out soon. I like my privacy." My new roommate then proceeded to turn away from me once again and ignore me.

I was shocked. Most the nerds like were terrified of me. It didn't help that I normally beat the hell out of anyone who tried to even stand up to me. Apparently this kid didn't know who I was. To be honest I hadn't really seen him before. I was sure if I had, I would have remembered him. He was tall and tan. He had spikey black hair and I could see tattoos on his hands and arms. He wasn't a face that was easily forgotten.

"Look here nerd. I don't know who you are or who you think you are but I'm going to give you a pass his once. I am Kid, the captain of the football team. I eat nerds like you for breakfast. I don't like people talking down to me. Watch your mouth." I snarled at him. He was already grinding my gears and we had just met. I figured he would back down or at least turn away. Instead he smirked, that little fucker smirked at me.

I lost control. I started seeing red and lunged at him. I expected to connect with flesh but almost immediately came in contact with the wall, which left a good sized hole from where my shoulder went through. I pulled myself out of the wall and turned to see the kid across the room from where he was just seconds earlier. I lunged again, once again missing him somehow. I turned and he was watching me just feet from where he had just been. I let out a low growl and lunged again. I made contact but it wasn't what I had been expecting. I stumbled over his outstretched foot. I rolled right through the closed closet door.

"You need to fix what you just broke." I heard the kid say as he grabbed a hoddie and left the room with his white ball of fluff.

Before I could register what he had even said, my phone went off in my pocket. I let out a defeated sigh and checked it. Killers name flashed on my screen.

Meet me outside. Now