Note: Rewritten Version of "She'll Become The Strongest"
Exiomir D. (Y/N), once a respected Marine, now infamous as the mastermind behind the Judicial Massacre-a tragedy that shook the world and marked her terrifying debut as a pirate. Branded as a...
Mihawk smelled roses. It felt like he was sleeping in a garden. His eyebrows furrowed as pain hit his body, particularly his abdomen.
Yet, he didn't feel awful. Instead, he felt satisfied. He had finally found someone who could rival his abilities. He hadn't felt this much thrill since Akagami lost his arm after returning from East Blue.
He sensed another presence in his room.
"You're awake," a familiar soothing voice said. Imagine waking up to that every day—it was like a melody playing in his ears.
How intriguing.
He slowly opened his hawk-like golden eyes and found you sitting on a chair beside his bed.
"You stayed," he said, his voice sounding husky to his ears.
You smiled as you held a cup of tea in your hands, your legs crossed as you looked at him.
"Not for long," you replied softly, taking a sip. Mihawk's gaze softened as he nodded.
He observed your attire. Your signature hat was nowhere to be found, and your long (h/c) hair was untied.
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He slowly sat up as the pain in his abdomen worsened.
"Careful now, I just stitched you up. You have to take good care of your wound so that it won't scar," you reprimanded him softly, putting your cup on the bedside table and approaching him.
You sat on his bed, putting a hand on his back to assist him.
"You are the one who did this to me," he smirked faintly, and you blushed at that.
"W-well, you wanted it anyway! I mean... I apologize. I admit that I got carried away," you muttered, embarrassed.
Mihawk chuckled. He took your other hand resting on his bed and kissed the top of it, then switched to your wrist. You blushed deeply, your eyes widening.
His lingering intense golden eyes made your heart skip a beat as your blush deepened.
You found your opponent now, you flirty brat.
You mentally punched the fully awake Yami, who only laughed in reply.
"Mihawk!" you exclaimed, and he chuckled again.
This is so unfair! How could someone exist who is more charming than you?!
Mihawk loosened his hold on your hand, and you quickly pulled it away. He must have hit his head during the fight.
"How could you flirt with an enemy so casually?" You huff.
Mihawk leaned back slightly, his eyes still locked on yours as if studying every detail of your reaction. "An enemy?" he mused, his smirk never faltering. "I don't recall us being enemies, mi amor."
