Without you~ //Mihawk x Reader//

Chapter 7

For a few seconds, time seemed to have stopped. Blush crept to Mihawk's face upon realizing what he had just uttered, and Cyra looked too stunned to speak. 

It took a few seconds for you to collect yourself up, and then you just stared at Mihawk.

"W-What?"

"Just forget it. I think I had too much wine" Mihawk brushed it off. 

"No it isn't nothing" Cyra spoke, standing up. Mihawk visibly tensed and got up.

"Do you like me Mihawk?" Cyra spoke, addressing him using his correct name rather than his nickname. It was quite concerning how her smile dropped. 

"Cyra, it isn't like that. I-" 

"Do. You. Like. Me. Mihawk?" you repeated your question, more sternly. Mihawk gulped and his eyes didn't meet yours.

"Yes," he breathed out. Tension filled in the air. And both of them stood still, giving way to an awkward silence. Neither of them dared to move or dared to utter a word. 

"I-I need to go" you spoke, as you turned to leave. But Mihawk's hand shot up almost immediately and grabbed your wrist.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked, his voice breaking. Your eyes met his yellow ones. Those eyes were filled with confusion, fear, and anticipation. And something you didn't quite recognize. 

After taking a deep breath, he managed to ask, "Do you like me too, Cyra?"

Her gaze drifted from his eyes, refusing to meet his gaze. Mihawk gently picked her chin and lifted it to meet his gaze, "Answer me Cyra. Please"

His voice was pleading, and he knew very well that he couldn't back out now. One word is going to determine everything.

"I-I'll......see you tomorrow" you spoke, wiggling your wrist from his grasp. Mihawk didn't protest further. And his hand fell to his sides. You took a few steps, then came to a halt. Mihawk looked at you, waiting for your next move.

"Why?" you blurted out, "Why do you even like me?"

"Isn't that obvious?" he answered, taking a few steps, "Because you are sweet, caring, kind, beautiful....." 

"I'm unlovable, my body is filled with scars, bruises, and whatnot. I can't even cook properly. Or defend myself-"

"Then I'll cook for you. I'll treat your wounds. I'll-" he stood in front of you and brushed a strand of your hair from your face, "-I'll protect you."

You didn't reply anything, instead stared at him. He looked back. His eyes were filled with affection, care, and desire.

"I love you, Cyra. And the mere thought of you being with someone else's makes my heart shatter. Just-" his voice cracked as he lifted his hand to cup one of your cheeks, "-Give me a chance. A single chance. That's all I ask for."

Without another word, Cyra leaned. And grabbed his collar. Mihawk was visibly surprised, but before he could even react further, you captured his lips for a kiss. It was fierce and passionate. Nothing like Mihawk expected.

He couldn't react, instead his eyes widened. Once reached a realization, he kissed you back. With the same passion, and with the same gentleness. One of his hands cupped your cheek while the other went back to your head. 

After a few seconds, you both pulled back. Both of your cheeks are flushed, your face red and your lips swollen. Both were breathing heavily too.

After sharing a look, Mihawk pulled you closer and kissed you again, his arms holding you tightly. It was as if he was afraid to let you go. As if you'd disappear if he let you go.

Now that he has you, he can't even dream of letting you slip from his arms.