I want Hawkeye Mihawk

PAIN

This chapter is sort of inappropriate for some readers. No sex scene, just strong displays of affection.

Hawkeye's  P.O.V

" b- bud- dda- uhm- ehm- ahh....your hat.... I've always wondered why its so crooked. Let me fix it" she said as she readjusted my hat horizontally. I sighed internally. "There you go... Hahahahaaaaa" her laughter died out as she realized her poor mind games don't work with me. "OK... Uhm.. I-...... i- I'm sorry I was such a pain for you these past days. And uhm.. I- I'm grateful that you saved my life again and all. Uhm.. Thanks for leaving me in good hands... And I wish there was some way I could repay you.... -- appropriately ". She offered, once more.

For a woman with such striking aesthetics, she has a lot to learn when it comes to the world of men. If only she knew how cute and vulnerable she was at the moment. Almost instantly she looked up and as if she had read my thoughts, she tinged pink. Her innocent reactions were cute and I found myself drawing closer to her face. She immediately closed her eyes anticipating a kiss. From me.

"Repay me?" I asked huskily while observing the red in her face getting deeper and deeper. She didn't respond. My gaze drifted to her frail pink lips and I found that kissing her was quite tempting. Too bad she's not ready for any of that. Before she learns how to lock lips with a man, she needs some basic training on how to defend herself. She can't be hanging around me and remain useless in combat. I do not accommodate handicaps. "Well you can start by cleaning the rooms."
I walked away from her, leaving a flustered look on her face.

"Ha-Hawkeye ... Wait !" She said grabbing unto my shirt. She's got more guts than i thought. Its either she's really brave or just docile. "Uhm... One more thing." Hmmm. I stopped and turned only to be collided with her warm lips. She's kissing me!?!. How thoughtless. Does she have any idea of the advantages i can take right now. Or was it that she had too much faith that I'm not that sort of person. Still the fact remains. I'm a man. And I'm not dead, so I've got feelings too.

Her kiss was soft and immature. Almost as if she didn't even know how to kiss. I think she's trying. Is this her first kiss? Should I.... Show her what real kissing is. The depths it can get to?.... No...she's naïve and will only fall into the temptation of taking things further... Something her body is not ready for. I gently pushed her off. She timidly gazed up at me.

"You have no self control. People that cannot control themselves are weak. I have no favour for weak people." I made it clear to her. And even though it was evident that my words hurt her, I did not regret what I said. And if she can't accept and overcome these petty little feelings, then she does not belong in my world. A world where only the strongest of the strongest will survive.

Her eyes welled up with tears and she ran out the doors yelling, "I hate you! . I'm glad I'm leaving!" And she slammed the doors shut. She's rather brave slamming my doors because she's leaving.

Its only a pity she'll return.

I went up to her room and transferred her belongings into the room next to mine. Probably she'll feel more secured if she's close by me.

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Cecil's P.O.V.

How dare he! He has no feelings whatsoever!