Notes: So, on tumblr I'm currently doing pairing requests and stuff on tumblr (i'm zolororonoa if you wanna leave me one!) and I liked this one enough to post over here!

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Law… probably shouldn't letting this get to him like it is. The tall man grabs the pole and swings his body up, barely registering the hungry and appreciative looks from the crowd.

The twenty-six year old is only registering the scrawny teen sitting front and center, completely relaxed in his chair and more focused in his food. Who the hell even let him in here? Law was positive that people under 18 weren't allowed in. The bouncers shouldn't have let him in, Law thinks, and it's probably because the teen is completely uninterested.

The teen, who Law can see wears a straw hat and is admittedly rather cute in the dim lighting of the club, looks up and basically meets Law in the eye before turning back to his food.

It's so frustrating that Law wants to go over to the teen and ask him what's so damn interesting about food and why he's at a strip club if he's not even going to pay attention to Law or the other dancers.

He wasn't going to, of course, but his body seems to have a mind of it's own because before he knows it, he's stalking over to the teenager.

His stiletto heel that he brings down on the teenagers table in order to hopefully, finally catch his attention makes an audible sound in the club, even over the bass that usually goes through his skin and rattles his bones.

Luckily, it does catch his attention but Law quickly feels heavy, questioning glances fall on him, the club falling silent if you exclude the music and his mind seems to wipe as the twenty-six year old feels more awkward than he ever has in his entire life.

The teenager looks at him as well, meeting his eye curiously. Now that Law is closer, he can see that the teen honestly might be the cutest guy he's ever seen.

It really doesn't help him feel any less awkward at all.

He opens his mouth to speak but the awkward feeling intensifies and instead of words, an unidentifiable sound leaves his lips instead.

Law flushes and curses under his breath.

"Hey, are you okay?" The teen asks, his voice rather high-pitched.

Somehow, Law manages to get it together enough to ask, "No. Why are at a strip club if you aren't paying attention to the people stripping for you?" except it doesn't come out as clear as he wants it to, with a bit of stuttering and other incomprehensible sounds.

The teen seems to understand, however, because he smiles innocently up at Law before answering.

"I ran out of places to eat! But what you were doing was pretty cool? How do you dance like that? I love dancing and I do a lot of it, but Ace will never let me learn how to pole dance? I don't get why? HEY! Maybe you can teach me how to pole dance? I'm free this weekend! I'm Luffy, by the way!"

Law somewhat regrets stalking over to the teen. Not because it's extremely awkward, even if that is a part of it, but because Luffy will not shut up and before he knows it, Luffy is beaming up at him brightly and it's so hard to say no for some reason.

It's so hard to say no that he never really does end up saying no and finds himself unwillingly teaching a class nearly every week until he realizes that he's dating the teenager that managed to frustrate him more than anyone else could.