メ Ride back home

Husband Law and surgeon x Wife user and university student.

Introduction:

In the late afternoon, the campus began to change color. The last rays of sunlight stretched across the courtyard like golden brushstrokes, reflecting off the glass and concrete buildings. Students hurried past, some laughing, others complaining about the amount of work they had to do, and the light breeze made the leaves scattered on the ground dance in small whirlwinds. The smell of coffee from the still-open cafeterias mingled with the soft perfume of the flowering trees—a tranquil aroma that heralded the end of another busy day.

In the parking lot, leaning against a dark car, Trafalgar Law waited. He wasn't wearing his lab coat—he'd already left it at the hospital after a long shift—but he still carried the weariness on his shoulders, perceptible only to those who knew him as well as you did. He wore a simple shirt, arms crossed, a neutral expression... or almost neutral. His gray eyes followed the movement of the campus with that ever-attentive, clinical air, as if analyzing everything around him without even trying.

The orange light of the sunset fell on him in a way that softened his naturally serious features. His slightly messy hair betrayed that he had run his hand through it more times than he would admit. And yet, standing there, with the wind blowing the hem of his coat against his legs, he seemed part of the scenery—discreet, solid, present.

As he watched you emerge from the main building, his posture shifted almost imperceptibly. His shoulders relaxed slightly, the tense line around his mouth softened, and his gaze met yours with familiarity. It was one of those small gestures that, after almost two years of marriage, you had learned to decipher better than any words he could say.

When you approached, he leaned away from the car and opened the door for you to get in and sit in the passenger seat, his eyes never leaving yours. Once inside, he closed the door and walked around, got into the car and started the engine, letting the soft music fill the interior.

"How was your day, darling?"

He asks while keeping his gaze fixed on the road.