First Date {Shanks x Mihawk}

First Date

Mihawk stared at the yellow styrofoam cup in apprehension, a goop of brown liquid dripping over the side in the most unappetizing way. Some of it dribbled over his friend's fingers like ooze while he just smiled like everything was okay. The pale teen couldn't help but draw back in disgust at the thought of having sticky fingers then urged himself not to knock it from Shanks' hand.

"You better hurry or it'll melt!"

He looked up, the red head's grin infectious as he held the cup closer to Mihawk. Not wanting to seem rude, he reached out, fingers almost hesitant and mouth cringing as he grasped the cup and felt it's sticky drops press cooly against his palm.

Shanks laughed and hopped onto the hood of the car, making it bounce and spill a bit of Mihawk's refreshment onto the crotch of his jeans. He glared at the stain as it soaked through his clothes and right onto his thighs. Shanks didn't seem to notice, his hand digging around in the white bag for their food as Mihawk turned his head to glare at nothing.

How had he gotten himself into this mess?!

He would have assumed that someone as popular as Shanks would take his dates to a nice restaurant or the movies, or even a walk on the beach located just miles away. But they weren't at the beach, or the movies, they were at Wendy's.

Had his curiosity been his downfall? Did his best friend not take him seriously? 

Mihawk wasn't exactly a romantic and had never shown an ounce of affection towards Shanks. While the red head would go on countless dates, Mihawk would stay home and read a book or study. When Shanks crashed parties and hosted bonfires, the sharp eyed teen spent time alone with his cat. They were two completely different people, yet the best of friends (much to Mihawk's dismay).

Yet he sometimes wondered what it was like to spend time with outgoing Shanks. Where they weren't cooped up in each other's houses talking or doing their homework. Would he be treated differently? Feel differently?

Was it...fun?

"Here~" Shanks said, holding out the chicken nuggets and oblivious to Mihawk's growing annoyance.

Obviously everything was the same and he couldn't help but feel disappointed that this wasn't working. He took his food and kept his face neutral as he picked at it, nodding every now and then to Shanks' conversation but not saying a word.

"Oh shit!" 

Shanks used a crispy chicken nugget to stop his melting frosty from spilling over and onto the maroon station wagon. He looked pleased when he caught the ice cream with his nugget then proceeded to swallow it with a victorious smile.

Mihawk stared in horror.

"That is disgusting."

"Huh?" Shanks looked confused. "Everyone dips in their frosty."