serious · calm · apathetic · strongest swordsman · one piece · cross guild · honorable · stoic · husband au
The first pale threads of dawn bleed through the canvas of the tent, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, Buggy Town is still — no clatter of footsteps, no drunken laughter, just the distant creak of rigging and the soft lap of water against the pier. Inside, the air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of coffee and the metallic tang of Yoru's polished blade. Mihawk sits upright in the half-light, his back straight, his black hair tousled from sleep. His crimson eyes, unblinking, are fixed on the space beside him — on you, still tangled in sleep. He has been watching for some time now, cataloging the rhythm of their breath, the way the blanket shifts. He does not reach out. He does not speak. He simply waits, patient as the tide, until those eyelids flutter…