(Y/n) Beckmann was always homeschooled by her big brother, but for her final year of high school she decides to change that. Striking out to Grand Line High, her brother's best friend offers to keep an eye on her.
What kind of trouble could she poss...
A/n - HAHA Y'all probably thought I forgot about him! (I could never, I mean look at him-)
Mihawk POV
After I got home from grading the last of the Mid-terms, I stared into the now less empty house. A few new tables and decorating the unused rooms did some good, but I still felt like there was something missing. My phone vibrated in my back pocket and I pulled it out. The goofy edited picture of myself stared back as I looked at the text.
Pocket Witch: How goes the decorating? You said you wanted an opinion?
I felt a small smile creep across my lips as I tapped the notification. It was odd, messaging her felt like talking to an old friend. She was actually the one who picked my lock screen photo. She told me it was a joke and she didn't expect me to actually keep it, but I found it endearing that she had made it for me.
It's not weird if I enjoy her banter, she's a friend and student, nothing more.
I shook my head before taking a photo of the new office space I had put together. A simple mahogany desk in the center in front of the tall window, bookshelves filled with my old books, and a tall chair behind the desk. Simple, but better than before.
Me: [Attachment Sent] Me: It feels like its missing something. Me: Do you have any ideas?
I glanced at my phone occasionally as I waited for her response. (Y/n) had helped slightly in almost every room and never failed to make it seem more alive. In the dining room, she suggested a table runner and a small candelabra she found at some craft sale. In the living room she brought me a deep purple, almost black vase and some dried roses. In my own room she suggested a renaissance painting that fit surprisingly well.
Over time, I ended up taking to asking her for decorative advice quite often. My phone finally buzzed in my hand. I quickly looked at the series of texts she had sent
Pocket Witch: Hmmmm Pocket Witch: Maybe some knick-knacks, a rug, or a couch for visitors? Pocket Witch: I know you don't like people but sometimes just the furniture can make it more home-y lol
I nodded to myself and started thinking of where they would go. I reread her second text and smirked.
Me: So you do know how to use an Oxford comma, just not in my class... Me: Could you send some ideas for the 'knick-knacks'?
She responded almost immediately.
Pocket Witch: Shush -_- Pocket Witch: And yes, give me a little bit to find some lol
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It was a few hours later and I had just finished buying almost everything she had sent me. How she knew my preferences so well was beyond me, but she always said that it simply 'fit the vibe'. I found myself smiling at the idea that she knew me as a person rather than a teacher or an assassin. After I had asked, she had confided in me that after she turned thirteen she began taking on missions for Shank's crew and was quite accomplished, but I never pressed her for more information. We ended up bonding over trying to live normally after all of that and we've been quite amicable ever since.
Her magic tips slowly turned me into a believer as well. It helped that most of the things she'd show me were simple and easy to replicate, but nonetheless they helped. I essentially had a tattoo of the "calmness in the face of responsibilities" sigil she taught me with how often I would draw it on my left wrist. She told me it would be most effective there as it was my receiving hand.
Did I fully understand it? Absolutely not.
However, it did help.
She was always happy to see the mark on my wrist and it ended up becoming a habit. Almost as if it was simply for that soft smile she showed me when she caught a glimpse of it. I nearly believed that it was her smile that helped more with the stress than the sigil, but that couldn't be it. After all, she was just a good friend. Nothing more.
Then why does it make me feel sad to call her such a lukewarm title?
Thoughts like those no longer surprised me, only confused me. She was less than half of my age. She was still my student. She was, maybe not fully in the conventional sense, innocent. She was still free to chose what to do with her life.
I was the opposite of her in almost every way.
So why did I think of her in such a fond way? Why did her additions to my house make it feel like a home? Why was she nearly a necessity in my life?
I looked fondly at the vase as I sat on my couch. She was integrated everywhere but next to me.
"I'm too sober for this train of thought to make sense," I muttered to myself as I sank further into the cushions.
Dracule Mihawk - Unlocked
A/n (pt.2) - For reference, here is the "goofy edited photo" 👀
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And yes, I made it myself (at 3am on MS Paint, pls don't kill me lol) and no it is not my best editing work lmao
Anyway~ Drink some water and have a great day/night!❤️
A/n PT 3! - Sorry I didn't update the last few weeks, uhhhh this basically happened:
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It might be a little while until I get back to regularly updating, but I will in fact fist fight a deity to get back to this istg 😤 Love y'all, shits rough, fuck cancer and shitty oncologists fr
