How To Annoy A Swordsman In 12 Days (Or Less)

Chapter 5: The Dullest Castle in All the Seas

Three days had passed since Y/N last graced the presence of Dracule Mihawk, and unfortunately for him, she wasn't the kind of woman who took silence as a hint. After all, she'd made it her life’s new mission: be the most infuriating splash of color in his grayscale world.

The morning sun lit up the island like a blessing—or a curse, depending on which side of the cabin door you were on. Mihawk had just finished a quiet meal, sitting cross-legged at his wooden table, when a familiar—no, dreaded—voice rang out through the trees.

"Mihawkieee! Honey sword-boy! Love of my cursed life!"

He groaned. Loudly.

Then came the knocking. Or more accurately, the banging. It was like she was trying to karate-kick the door down.

"You in there, Captain Pokerface? Your house is so quiet I thought maybe you died from boredom!"

The door creaked open, not from Mihawk’s invitation, but because she had already let herself in.

"Good morning to this delightfully soulless cabin! Seriously, Mihawk, I’ve seen gravestones with more personality than this place."

Y/N stood in the doorway with her usual grin, wearing a wide-brimmed hat decorated with seashells and a lopsided feather, mismatched earrings, and a bright yellow coat that screamed chaos.

Mihawk didn’t look up from his tea. "You again."

"Me again," she beamed. "Surprised? Annoyed? Secretly happy to see me but too emotionally stunted to admit it?"

"Definitely the second one," he muttered.

Y/N twirled a single daisy in her fingers, then plopped it dramatically onto the table in front of him. "Here. A flower for your dull-ass house. And for your dull-ass soul. I figured a pop of color might scare the cobwebs away."

Mihawk stared at the daisy like it personally insulted his ancestors.

"It'll die in three days."

"Like your sense of humor."

He blinked slowly. "Why are you here?"

"Because I missed you, obviously," she said, throwing herself into the chair across from him and resting her chin in her hands. "And because your house gives me depression just by looking at it. You live like a hermit ghost with expensive taste."

"You're uninvited."

"And yet here I am. Persistent. Beautiful. Probably the only reason your blood pressure stays interesting."

He gritted his teeth and stood. "I'm leaving."

"Ooh! Field trip? Can I come?"

"No."

"Say less, I'm coming anyway."

Mihawk didn’t argue. Maybe he knew better by now.

He was walking deeper into the woods. Y/N trailed behind him, skipping. Skipping.

"Where we going, sugar blade? Is it somewhere exciting or is it just you staring off into the ocean pretending you have inner peace?"

"I train here."

"Train? What, like emotionally? Because you're clearly lacking."

He turned with narrowed eyes. "With my sword."

"Ohhhh," she said, drawing the word out like a teasing ribbon. "So you stab things to feel something. Relatable."

He ignored her. Drew his sword, took a stance.

Y/N whistled. "Wow. Look at that form. Sexy and deadly. It's almost like you’re compensating for your complete lack of social skills."

Mihawk sliced clean through a bamboo stalk without flinching.

"You really live alone on this island just to play Fruit Ninja in real life, huh?"

He exhaled slowly. "You are not funny."

"Wrong," she said, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed. "I'm hilarious. You're just too emotionally constipated to laugh."

He spun and slashed again.

"Seriously, Mihawk, you’re like a beautifully carved statue. All sharp edges and no personality. I bet if I cracked your skull open, it’d echo."

He shot her a warning glance.

"What? I'm just saying! If you’re gonna act like you live in a cave, at least hang a painting or something. Or maybe a sign that says ‘Beware of Broody Man-Child With a Sword.’"

He walked past her without a word. She followed again.

They reached a cliff overlooking the sea. Mihawk sat down wordlessly. Y/N plopped beside him, legs swinging over the edge.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "you could've at least offered me tea in that haunted mansion of yours."

"You weren’t invited."

"But I brought flowers! That’s practically romantic."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"What would your type even be anyway? A quiet librarian with a tragic backstory? Or are you into sea monsters who won’t talk back?"

"Someone who doesn't speak."

She gasped dramatically. "Mihawk! That's practically a love confession. I'm flattered."

He stood.

"Leaving again? Gods, you’re worse than my ex. And he was literally a talking crab."

He stopped. Looked at her.

"Why do you follow me?"

She smirked. "Because I like poking the ice cube until it cracks. And maybe—just maybe—because you're fun to piss off."

He turned away, but something about his stride was different. Less tense.

Y/N grinned wider. "See you tomorrow, Mr. I-Don’t-Have-Emotions. I’ll bring candles next time. Your house could use some scent that isn’t ‘lonely bachelor.’"

He didn't reply. But he didn’t tell her not to come back, either.

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