Without you~ //Mihawk x Reader//

Chapter 3

 "You are annoying, but I can't live another single day without seeing your stupid grin"

Mihawk

And she did come. 

When I was moving my  swords [Yes, I have a collection of swords other than Yoru.] I was startled by a sudden bursting of my door. Well, not literally, but.

The Burnette from earlier walked in, hopping her way towards me. I don't know why, but she highly reminded me of a bunny.

"What do you want?" I spoke in a stern voice.

"I came to help! I know your hands are full on unpacking and organizing your stuff. I am good at everything except cooking." she spoke quite cheerfully.

Is that something good to be proud of?

Shaking my thoughts off, I turned to her. But she was missing. 

I looked around to see her carrying my swords collection box.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH IT?" I spoke in a frantic voice, rushing over to her.

"Where should I keep this thing?" She spoke. It was evident that she was struggling to carry it, but however I tried, I couldn't take it away from her grip.

I lead her to a plain room and instructed her to place the box at the corner. 

She did place it. But on my left foot.

I let out a yelp and fell backwards. Thankfully, I didn't hit my head, but my poor back.

Cyra immediately crouched beside me as she chanted sorry a million times as she helped me up.  

I took a seat on the nearby couch. My foot was a little swollen and it honestly it hurt. But however she asked while she placed Ice on it, I was stubborn to admit it.

There were times when she placed Ice, when I wanted to yelp. But I controlled the screams. 

I couldn't help but wince every now and then, but she didn't seem like she noticed it, to my relief.

Then few more close calls followed.

She almost broke my treasured antique.

My precious stones- half of them are missing and every now and then we'll find one.

My books filled box fell and I had to rearrange them all. 

But one thing she was good at was Cleaning. There was not a speck of dust anyways she cleaned.

I also saw her smuggling some meat to her mouth. Which was quite unusual, if you ask me. And kind of adorable in a way.

Not that I'll admit it aloud.

Back to the present,

Somethings never change. That includes Cyra smuggling piece of meat every now and then to her mouth.

A small chuckle left my lips at this childish behavior. Cyra looked at me with mouthful and gulped all at once. 

It was a struggle

To not laugh at this

I held back a chuckle and ruffled her hair as I walked out of the kitchen. After a little while, she too followed me to the living hall like a puppy.

"Meatball," I spoke as I started reading newspaper. Meatball was the name I gave Cyra cause she loves meat a lot. Meatballs are her favorite to eat, "What kind of work are you do?"

"Me?" she asked again, as through she's confirming my question, "I do all kinds. Sometimes I run errands for the townsfolk for few something small like fruits, then I sometimes work at the butchery, but cutting meat up, then I sometimes stay at the shops and help out. Then...."

I listened as she babbled. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

The way her lips mouth, how she tucks her small hair behind her ears every now and then, how her chubby cheeks formed while she talks and her hand movements. 

What's this weird feeling in my stomach?