Rainy Days
Summary: Law x Reader, modern AU.

The ashen clouds clashed and melded against one another, obscuring the delicate blue beyond their darkness. Great gushes of water spilled from their insides, plummeting towards the drenched land below, their wake accompanied by the sounds of battering akin to the sound of falling rocks. The moisture permeated anything it could reach, tumbling down the eaves, gushing down the street gutters and trickling into the soil. The wintry liquid spat against the window panes of the apartment building. Minuscule droplets swathed the building in a cloak of fog, the sunny lights of the block barely a dull glow through its thickness.

One particular man could only smile at this sort of weather, reveling in its gloomy nature. His weary gaze rested beyond the fogged glass, on the darkened sky above. Steam rose lazily from the warm beverage in his palms, heating up the space around him to some minor degree. He enjoyed these sorts of days, days where the sun didn't beat down his back, when children and adults alike stayed off the streets, when there was nothing distracting him apart from the pattering of rain and the dull hums of the cars far below.

He sighed heavily, relaxing his aching joints. He barely had time to relax since nearly everything these days stressed him out, throwing him into a constant state of high tension as if his nerves were constantly being stretched and worried. He leaned back comfortably against the windowsill before taking another quick sip of his scalding coffee.

He had almost reached a state of true peace, of Nirvana so to speak. He wished to fall into a state of tranquility where nothing and no one could irritate him ever more. Just as his mind began to slip into the confines of amity, his eyelids gently sliding closed, he heard loud shuffling only inches from him. Promptly, a pair of arms wrapped around his chest, dragging him from his peacetime.

Right, she was still here. He sighed heavily, though this time with apprehension, staring down at his lover with an irritated look. As if sensing his thoughts, she glared up at him with a playful pout, backing off of him in case he resorted to violent methods.

"I had almost completely relaxed, (y/n)," he accused, his dark eyebrows furrowed as he frowned at her. She simply smirked, folding her arms in defiance.

"Law, can't you relax with me here?" she queried, faint hurt in her (e/c) eyes. She had been his sweetheart for over a year now and she would have thought he would be comfortable with her now. In reality, the man did enjoy her company immensely but, like all human beings, he needed some time to himself every once in a while. Even after spending all this time with her, he was still considerably antisocial and as such, preferred to spend more time alone than others.

"Of course," he stated nonchalantly, his amber eyes locked with hers. "You startled me a little, that's all." She visibly relaxed, her posture slouching some as she grinned sheepishly at her overreaction. "Here."

He reached out to her and gently grasped her upper arm, pulled her into his lap. She smiled helplessly, blood rising to her cheeks and dusting them in pink. She snuggled into his yellow hoody, taking in his familiar musky scent, listening to the rhythmic pulsations of his heart. It was reassuring to her, these sensual attributes; they let her know that he was very much alive. On some days, he would not look like his blood was still being pumped around his veins and that his brain still functioned – some days he looked as though he were dead. On those days she would lay her head upon his chest and simply listen to his heart beat, just in case it was to stop.

Law relented and slid his arm around her firm waist, resting his cheek upon her head. Her (h/c) locks tickled his nose in the most pleasant of ways, the scent of sweet fruit reaching his senses. The couple gazed at the bustling city below, watching the vague gleam of cars whiz on the ever busy streets. The same car would never be seen twice, even if it was the same model. They would always fleet past; their whirring engines carrying them far beyond seeing merely moments after the vehicle had been glimpsed. It made him wonder if one day, (y/n) would disappear in such a way. As if to assure she was still there, he gently caressed her waist, glancing at her for a moment. No, he would not let that happen, she was too dear to lose.

"Hey," said woman muttered dreamily, her mind clearly elsewhere. He perked up slightly, intrigued by the intonation of her voice. "Let's go get some Chinese food." That was not what he had been expecting though he hadn't been expecting anything in particular. As if on cue, a pang of hunger reverberated through his stomach, provoking it to growl at her words. (Y/n) giggled, grinning radiantly up at her fiance. "Come on! You like the rain don't you? And it would be nice!" Her (e/c) irises gleamed, pleading with him.

Well, he was hungry and he did enjoy Chinese food but just because he enjoyed the gloomy atmosphere rain bearing clouds procured, he was in no means ecstatic about traipsing about in the cold and wet. He was teetering on the edge of disagreement, finding that the cons weighed more heavily in his mind than the pros. After seeing this, his girlfriend began to come up with some more alternatives, desperately wishing to spend some time with him, go on date so to speak.

"We can go catch a movie first maybe? The rain might let up by then." she suggested, rapidly searching through her memories for any information on screening times. Naturally, they would go and see a horror movie since Law seems to hate the romantic ones they used to see. And it would give her a chance to snuggle up to him after a jump-scare, something that Law found amusing.

Said man shot her a defeated glare and gave in to her demands. He had been meaning to take her out on a date for some time now and he had to admit that a movie and some Chinese food sounded decent to him at that moment. Maybe he could even relax some more while they were out though that was unlikely. He gently pushed her off him so that he could pull himself to his feet.

"Fine, we'll go. But I'm driving," he declared. The girl jumped up from her seat on the windowsill, fist pumping and cheering like an overly excited child. Law snapped at her to calm herself, the young woman immediately stilling her enthusiastic movements, not wanting to upset him.

Frankly, he loved living like this, adored this irritating woman and everything about her. Despite the cloud of gloom that insisted on clouding his mind on a day to day basis, the girl never failed to let a beam of light shine through. She knew all there was to know about him, his darkest secrets, the hidden, tortuous desires that he locked away within his heart – everything. And she loved it all, welcoming every side of him with open arms and the stupidest grin in the world.

So of course he'll give into her demands every once in a while; even if it meant driving around recklessly in the rain for the next hour. Yes, even if it meant dealing with irritating buffoons in the cinemas and even if it meant eating Chinese food which he had forced himself into not minding over the years. If doing all that made her happy, he would deal with it.

For if she wasn't happy, those thunderous clouds would fog over his mind again and thrust him back into the endless torment of his depression.