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Buggy, who was aimlessly wandering down the path, jumped when he spotted them. His heart skipped a beat as he realized they were heading straight toward him. He froze, only then realizing he was standing directly in their way. He swallowed hard, eyes wide as they approached.

"Oi, clown."

Buggy flinched, letting out a small squeak of surprise.

"C-Crocodile! Mihawk!" he stammered with a nervous grin, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"What are you doing?"

The sound of Mihawk’s voice sent a chill down his spine. His jaw twitched slightly. He tried to appear casual, though his nervousness was more than obvious.

"Oh, uh, nothing really. Just getting some fresh air, you know..." He shifted awkwardly, glancing back and forth between Crocodile and Mihawk.

"If you’ve got nothing better to do, follow us."

A shiver of apprehension crawled down Buggy’s spine at Crocodile’s order. His eyes widened, and he hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Of course, of course. I’m at your service." He followed them reluctantly, trying to mask his unease behind a forced smile.

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Exhausted from everything that had happened, Buggy looked pale and shaky as he recognized the familiar space of the meeting room. He swallowed hard as his gaze fell upon the familiar instruments scattered around the room. His stomach twisted—so many bad memories were tied to this place.

"Sit down."

His fists clenched and trembled. He hesitated, but under Mihawk’s imperious gaze, he forced himself to obey. Still trembling, he sat down, glancing around nervously. He swallowed again, bracing for the worst.

"Here. Eat."

Buggy stared wide-eyed at Crocodile, then looked at the plate being handed to him. His first instinct was to refuse—it had to be a trap, or a cruel joke. But the gnawing hunger clawing at his stomach quickly overrode his suspicion. Maybe... it was real.

He reached for the plate slowly, hesitating before bringing the food to his mouth. He felt their eyes on him as he took the first bite. Though still wary, he ate quickly, hunger taking the lead. He tried to keep a neutral expression, not liking the feeling of being vulnerable. His gaze flickered between Crocodile and Mihawk, always alert.

Once finished, he placed his hands on the table and cracked his fingers, a nervous reflex. He felt both relieved and on edge, waiting for the next blow. He looked back at them, silently wondering what they wanted.

"Did you like it or not?"

Buggy jumped as Mihawk’s fork struck the table with a sharp clack. He looked away briefly, then locked eyes with the swordsman. His heart beat faster.

"Y-Yes, I liked it." He tried to sound confident, but the nervousness in his tone was unmistakable.

"Do you want dessert?"

Buggy blinked, confused. His eyes darted toward the table… then to Crocodile’s hook tapping lightly on the wood. Another chill ran down his spine.

"A... A dessert? Uh, sure." He forced a smile, trying to hide the trembling of his hands under the table. What did they really want from him?

His eyes widened as Mihawk returned with a slice of chocolate cake. The swordsman's strange smile unnerved him… but the sweet smell was irresistible.

"Th-Thanks..." he muttered, hesitating before taking a bite.

He took small bites, trying not to appear too nervous despite the two men's imposing presence. His eyes flicked toward them constantly, bracing for something unpleasant. Yet… nothing happened. At least, not for now.

"From now on, you’ll eat lunch with us."

Buggy nearly choked on his cake. He swallowed hard, giving a tight-lipped smile, surprised and a little disappointed.

"O-Okay..." he murmured, dread curling in his stomach. Spending more time with them sounded like torture—but he didn’t dare argue.

"Good."

Buggy shuddered at Mihawk’s satisfied tone. That was never a good sign. But he said nothing, knowing that keeping quiet was probably his safest option. He finished his dessert in silence, maintaining the mask of a smile.

When he finished, he looked up again at Crocodile and Mihawk, waiting for their next move.

"Are you done?"

"Y-Yeah, I’m done." He tried to sound casual, but they knew exactly how he really felt.

"You can go."

Buggy blinked, caught off guard. He slowly rose, a wave of relief washing over him at the thought of getting away.

"O-Okay." He started toward the door cautiously, wondering if this was a trick or if he was really being let go.

He turned slightly, hesitating, and dared to ask:

"...Is that all? I… I can really leave?"

"You can. Unless you’d prefer to stay with us a little longer."

Mihawk’s calm response sent another wave of panic through him. Buggy swallowed hard and muttered:

"N-No, I’ll… I’ll go now. Thank you."

He turned quickly and left the room, visibly relieved to be away from them.

"That went well," Mihawk said calmly as he watched the clown leave.

"Yes. A good idea, that lunch," Crocodile remarked, lighting a fresh cigar.

"It was nice, eating with him."

"Very nice. We’ll have to try harder if we want to win his heart."

"I agree," the swordsman replied, more than happy to pursue the challenge of winning over the clown.

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Buggy was constantly on edge, wondering when Crocodile and Mihawk would finally launch their attack—or worse, do nothing at all. The waiting was exhausting; every moment spent in their presence was pure torture. He tried to remain polite and submissive, but sometimes it was hard to hide the fear and nervousness in his eyes.
He couldn’t understand why they were acting this way. Why keep him so close without torturing him like usual? It was as if they wanted something from him, but didn’t dare say it aloud…

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“Buggy.”

Mihawk’s sudden appearance startled Buggy so badly he nearly fell out of his seat.

“Ah! Crap! Mihawk…” he muttered, quickly sitting upright, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

“I need to speak with you. In private.”

Buggy’s expression turned wary, unease flooding him as he wondered what Mihawk could possibly want in private. He swallowed hard before answering.

“Uh, okay… Let’s go then…?”

“You’d better.”

Buggy’s worst suspicions were confirmed, and he paled at Mihawk’s command. He nodded stiffly and stood up, fully aware he had no choice. He followed Mihawk, a storm of dread brewing in his chest.
They walked toward a deserted room in the building, passing a few curious crewmates who eyed Buggy with interest. Buggy did his best to ignore the stares, forcing himself to appear calm even as his heart pounded like a war drum.

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Once inside, Mihawk shut the door behind them with a heavy thud. The sound echoed through the room, making Buggy flinch as he found himself alone with the swordsman.

“Good. It’s quiet here.”

Buggy slowly nodded, eyes nervously scanning the room before resting on Mihawk. He tried to maintain composure, but it was obvious he was deeply uncomfortable being alone with him.

“Y-Yeah… very quiet…”

“Take this.”

For a moment, Buggy stared blankly at the small box Mihawk held out, puzzled. He cautiously took it and examined it—it was light, but he sensed something disturbing inside.

“What… is this?”

“The heart of an animal I hunted today.”

Buggy blinked, genuinely surprised by the reply. He raised an eyebrow.

“The heart of an animal? Why… why are you giving this to me?”

“It’s obvious. It represents how I feel about you.”

The veiled threat in Mihawk’s words sent a chill down Buggy’s spine. He gulped audibly, staring at Mihawk, expecting violence at any moment.

“W-What are you talking about…?”

“From the bottom of my heart… I’ll soon have yours.”

Buggy’s eyes widened in horror at those words, dread overtaking him. He swallowed again, heart pounding.

“M-My heart…?” he whispered, confused and frightened, trying to make sense of Mihawk’s cryptic declaration.

“Your heart. Soon, it will be mine.”

Buggy’s lips trembled. Panic took root as Mihawk loomed closer, his voice like silk over steel.

“N-No… Why would you want my heart…?”
he whispered, fearing the answer.

“Because I want it. More than anything.”

Buggy gasped as Mihawk suddenly pinned him to the wall, trapping him. He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to banish the overwhelming fear.

“P-Please… you can’t have my heart…”

“Why not?”

Buggy struggled to keep his voice steady, though the desperation was evident.

“Because… because I’d die if you took it…”

“I’ll take care of that. I promise.”

Despite the twisted reassurance, Buggy found no comfort. He squirmed, trying to push Mihawk away with little success.

“M-Mihawk… stop, this isn’t funny… please let me go…”

“Then let me do it. Come hunting with me tomorrow.”

Buggy stiffened at Mihawk’s invitation. The idea of “hunting” with this man filled him with dread, but he knew he couldn’t refuse. After a tense pause, he nodded.

“O-Okay… I’ll go hunting with you tomorrow…”

“And I’ll catch it.”

Buggy froze at Mihawk’s ominous statement. The idea of being hunted by the swordsman made his blood run cold.

“W-Why would you want to chase me…?”

“Because it’s you, Buggy.”

Those words only deepened Buggy’s dread. He tried to back away, but Mihawk still held him against the wall.

“W-What do you mean, ‘it’s me’…?”

“You’ve caught my attention.”

Buggy gulped again, suddenly feeling very small before the imposing swordsman. His thoughts spiraled.

“W-Why me…? There are so many others more interesting…”

“Don’t argue. I’ll have you—and your heart. I’ll see you tomorrow for our hunting date.”

Buggy slowly nodded, unable to form any better reply.

“O-Okay… See you tomorrow…”

As Mihawk left the room, Buggy stayed motionless, leaning against the wall, his mind spinning. As he turned to leave, a thought hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Wait a minute… a date?”

His heart skipped a beat as realization dawned.

“I… I agreed to a date with Mihawk…?” he whispered, stunned.

Panic surged as the implications hit him. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, breathing hard.

“Calm down, Buggy… it’s just a date… nothing more…” he muttered to himself, though not even he believed it.

He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to collect himself. But no amount of breathing would ease his dread.

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The next morning, Buggy dragged himself out of bed, still filled with anxiety. He got ready slowly, forcing himself not to think about the day ahead. After psyching himself up in the mirror, he walked toward the meeting place, trying to stay calm despite his trembling hands.

“Good morning, Buggy.”

Mihawk’s sudden greeting startled him again. Buggy’s eyes widened at the sight of a dead deer in Mihawk’s arms, but he quickly masked his reaction.

“G-Good morning, Mihawk… Looks like you’ve already caught something…”

“Yes. I wanted to give it to you. I hope you slept well.”

Buggy blinked in disbelief at the gesture, visibly flustered.

“Oh… uh, thanks, that’s… very thoughtful.”
He fumbled for words. “I slept okay… and you?”

“I was thinking about our date. You and me, hunting animals together. I was really looking forward to it.”

Buggy forced a smile, though the image of Mihawk butchering animals did nothing to ease his nerves.

“Y-Yeah, our date… This should be… interesting, I guess.”

“What hunting weapon do you want? I use the Black Sword—Yoru.”

Buggy gulped as Mihawk lifted the massive blade. He looked over the available hunting gear nervously.

“Well… I think I’ll just take… um… a hunting knife. That should be fine…”

“Good choice. I’ve killed people with it before.”

Buggy hesitated as he took the knife from Mihawk. The weight of it was far more than just physical.

“Thanks… I hope I can use it properly…”

“We’ll have fun. You’ll see.”

Buggy nodded slowly, putting on a brave face. He inhaled deeply.

“Yeah… let’s go have some fun.”

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The hunt lasted several hours. Mihawk brought in prey after prey, his skill undeniably impressive. Each time he returned with another animal, he looked at Buggy with an intense gaze and a proud smile.
By the end, Buggy was exhausted. Mihawk stood before him, holding a large boar he’d just killed.

“Impressed?”

Buggy stared at the beast. He had to admit Mihawk was an incredible hunter.

“Y-Yeah… I’m impressed. You’re really good at this…”

“I’m powerful, strong, and determined.”

There was something in Mihawk’s voice that sought validation, almost like a need for approval. Buggy wasn’t sure what to say.

“Y-Yeah… you’re definitely powerful and… determined. And a great hunter.”

“I’m better than Crocodile.”

Buggy raised an eyebrow, surprised. Mihawk and Crocodile were so different—how could they be compared?

“Oh, uh… Do you really think so? You’re sure you’re better than Crocodile?”

“Why? Do you like him more?”

Mihawk’s piercing stare made Buggy shrink back.

“N-No! I mean… Crocodile’s really strong too, but…”
He hesitated. “B-But you’re probably better, yeah.”

“Exactly. I brought you a heart, after all. He didn’t.”

Buggy glanced at the boar, its heart still visible. He gulped.

“Y-Yeah… You did bring a heart. That’s… that’s pretty impressive.”

“Did you keep the one I gave you yesterday? I can give you as many as you want.”

Buggy’s heart skipped a beat. He remembered the small box he’d hidden in his room.

“Y-Yeah, of course I kept it. It was really… thoughtful of you.”

“Obviously.”

Buggy nodded, still uncomfortable under Mihawk’s gaze. He forced another smile.

“Y-Yeah, well, it’s really nice of you. I appreciate the gift…”

“You must be tired and hungry. Go ahead. I’ll take care of things here. You’re not leaving, are you?”

Buggy hesitated but nodded.

“Okay, uh… I’ll head back now. Thanks for the hunt, Mihawk.”

He slowly turned and walked away, constantly checking behind him. Every step away from Mihawk felt like peeling off a weight—but he never let his guard down. Knife in hand, he was ready… just in case.
But no footsteps followed. No shadows loomed behind him.
As he turned a corner, he finally felt a flicker of relief.

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“My date with Buggy was a success.”
Mihawk murmured as he returned, blood covering the game slung over his shoulder.

“Did Mihawk-sama… go on a rampage back there?”

“I don’t know… but with a face like that, I’m not sticking around to find out.”
The nearby pirates fled quickly, not daring to meet Mihawk’s eyes.

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Buggy kept walking, slowly moving away from the hunting grounds. With every step, he felt the tension in his shoulders ease. He was finally far from Mihawk. A sigh of relief slipped from his lips. Maybe now he could find some peace in the Cross Guild’s quarters...

But that illusion was shattered.

“Where were you, clown?”

Crocodile’s icy voice made him jump. Buggy nearly dropped the knife he was still holding out of habit. He spun around, trying to compose himself.

“Damn it, Crocodile, you scared the hell out of me… I was just… hunting with Mihawk, that’s all.”

“Hunting? Why?!”

Crocodile’s expression made him shiver. Buggy felt a knot twist in his stomach. He tried to keep his tone neutral, though fear was clear in his eyes.

“Well, Mihawk offered to take me along. It was just… to spend some time together.”

“Come.”

Buggy nearly tripped as Crocodile suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him along. He stumbled to keep up, disoriented.

“H-Hey! Where are we going…?”

“To my room.”

Those words made Buggy blush violently. His stomach turned, and an odd wave of nervousness washed over him.

“E-Excuse me? Your room? And why are we… going there?”

“Mihawk beat me to it, that bastard. Thinks he can win like that?”

Buggy blinked, confused. Then it clicked. And that only made him more uneasy.

“W-Wait… Win what? You mean… you’re just mad because Mihawk took me hunting with him…?”

“We were supposed to do that together. But no, he decided to monopolize you.”

Buggy was pushed inside Crocodile’s room. He swallowed hard, feeling trapped.

“Oh… Well, Mihawk just invited me, like, on a whim. We killed a few beasts, nothing more…”

“I don’t buy it. I know how to fight. I’m strong too.”

Buggy quickly nodded, as if trying to calm a raging beast.

“Y-Yeah, I know. You’re super strong, Crocodile. It’s just that… Mihawk, well, he’s Mihawk. He’s… intense.”

“And what did he give you? I can do better.”

Buggy hesitated, glancing away.

“W-Well… he killed a boar. And he… gave me its heart.”

“Come here.”

The abrupt tone made Buggy flinch. Despite his nerves, curiosity won out. He stepped closer and watched as Crocodile opened a massive chest hidden behind a heavy piece of furniture. Inside glittered a true treasure trove: rare jewels, precious stones, exotic and mysterious objects...

“W-What is all this?”

“Take what you want. That barbarian will never offer you better.”

Buggy stood speechless.

“W-Wow… I’ve never seen this much treasure in one place…”

“Impressive, isn’t it?”

“You can say that again… This is incredible… How did you get all of this?”

“Gifts. Theft. Loot. It’s from everywhere. Now, choose.”

Buggy hesitated.

“Y-You sure I can just take something…? I mean… this all belongs to you, right?”

“Exactly. I want Mihawk to see it.”

Buggy looked back into the chest, his eyes wide. He finally pointed to a gold necklace with emeralds.

“Uh… Can I… take this one?”

Crocodile didn’t reply, but didn’t stop him either. Buggy picked it up and slowly put it on. The jewel gleamed on his chest.

“It’s beautiful… It must be worth a fortune…”

“You look deadly in it.”

Crocodile’s hand landed on his shoulder, making Buggy jump. The unexpected, almost gentle touch caught him off guard.

“D-Deadly…?” he echoed, cheeks flushed.

“You’re wearing my color now.”

Buggy blinked.

“Your… color?”

“That’s what I said. And it suits you perfectly.”

Buggy’s heart skipped a beat. He looked away slightly.

“Well… I guess green does look good on me then…”

“You should add bracelets. Those ones.”

Crocodile pointed to a set with multicolored stones. Buggy leaned closer, enchanted.

“Whoa… They’re stunning… You’ve really got good taste.”

“Wear them tonight. At dinner. With me and Mihawk.”

Buggy froze. Dinner… with both of them? He nodded shyly.

“O-Okay… I’ll wear them for dinner.”

“Good. You must be busy. I won’t keep you.”

Buggy nodded quickly, grateful to escape.

“Y-Yeah! Got some stuff to do… I’ll see you later then!”

He walked toward the door at a brisk pace, tension slowly lifting again.

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A little later…

“I was thinking we could seduce him together.”

Crocodile raised an eyebrow, eyes falling on Mihawk.

“Oh, Crocodile. Don’t be sulky just because I spent some time with Buggy.”

“I’m not frustrated.”

“Hmm. Jealous, maybe? Don’t worry. I love you just as much as him.”

“Tch. We were supposed to do that together. But you rushed in.”

“I admit it. My fault. I got… impatient.”

Sigh. “I can’t even blame you anymore.”

“Good. So, how about we enjoy some time—just the two of us—before tonight’s dinner with our favorite clown?”

Crocodile gave a faint smirk.

“That works for me.”

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Buggy stared at his reflection in the mirror, carefully adjusting the jewelry he wore to make sure it was displayed just right. He wondered how Mihawk would react when he saw him wearing these rare treasures—and whether he'd mention the fact that Crocodile had given them to him. Buggy couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Sure, they were gifts, but flaunting them in front of Mihawk might not go over so well.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

“It’ll be fine... It’ll be fine...” he murmured, before finally stepping out.

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Dinner time arrived, and Buggy made his way to the dining hall, a slight tremble in his steps. The thought of sitting at the same table as Crocodile and Mihawk was enough to unsettle anyone. As he entered, he noticed the two other leaders of the Cross Guild were already seated, sipping their expensive wine and whiskey.

Buggy walked over and sat down, doing his best to act natural.

“Buggy, I see you're wearing my gifts.”

Buggy flushed, feeling self-conscious under Crocodile's gaze—especially in front of Mihawk. He tried to play it cool.

“Y-Yeah, I'm wearing the jewelry you gave me… Thanks, they’re really beautiful...”

“Gifts, huh?”

Mihawk’s tone sent a chill down Buggy’s spine. He suddenly regretted bringing it up at all.

“Y-Yeah… Crocodile gave them to me… as a gift…” he replied meekly, sensing the tension thickening.

“And why aren’t you wearing mine?”

Buggy's heart nearly stopped. Mihawk’s sharp eyes were locked onto him, and it felt like he was staring straight into his soul. Buggy had a bad feeling he was referring to the boar’s still-beating heart from their hunt.

Before he could reply, Crocodile cut in calmly:

“Don’t mind him. He’s just teasing you.”

The so-called teasing didn’t exactly ease Buggy’s nerves. Mihawk let out a low, strange laugh that made a shiver run down his spine.

“R-Right… just teasing…” he stammered, forcing a nervous laugh.

Then, suddenly, both men asked at once:

“What do you want to eat, Buggy?”

Buggy flinched at the synchronized question, caught completely off guard.

“U-Uh… I guess… I’ll have a steak…” he said after a moment of hesitation.

“I’ll go get it,” said Mihawk, standing.

“And what if Buggy wants me to go get it?” Crocodile shot back with a frown.

“He didn’t say that. I asked him first.”

“Pretty sure I asked him first,” Crocodile growled.

Buggy watched, eyes wide, as the two most dangerous men he knew started bickering over who would fetch his steak. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

“U-Uh… I could just go get it myself…?” he offered weakly.

The two men turned toward him in unison.

“No,” Mihawk said coldly.

“Then we’ll settle this the old-fashioned way,” Crocodile muttered, cracking his knuckles.

Buggy froze. The idea of these two fighting over dinner—his dinner—was downright terrifying.

“W-Wait! Please! No fighting!”

A voice from the kitchen interrupted the tension. The chef sighed loudly, clearly annoyed by the escalating argument. Mihawk and Crocodile slowly backed down, reluctantly returning to their seats. Buggy, now seated between them, let out a quiet sigh of relief.

He glanced at Mihawk, who stabbed his steak with unnecessary force. Buggy flinched. He couldn’t help but wonder if Mihawk might decide to skewer him next.

He had no idea what Mihawk was thinking. He was too busy worrying whether the man would torture him for some imagined slight to notice the frustration in Mihawk’s eyes—frustration that he hadn’t been the one to serve Buggy personally.

The rest of the dinner was painfully awkward. The three men ate in silence, chewing slowly and without a word. Buggy sat stiffly across from Mihawk and Crocodile, doing his best to act normal despite the suffocating tension.

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When dinner finally ended, Buggy rose from his seat, ready to bolt back to the safety of his room.

“Where do you think you're going?”

He froze. Crocodile’s voice stopped him mid-step. Buggy turned slowly, surprised.

“Uh… I was just heading back to my room…”

“Why don’t you stay with me for a bit?”

“Why does it have to be with you?” Mihawk interrupted, frowning.

“Don’t be stupid. You had a date with him already. I’m just trying to even the score.”

“What happened to ‘doing this together like always’?”

Buggy began to sweat. The way they argued over him like some sort of prize was incredibly unsettling.

“W-Well… I guess I can stay… if you really want me to…”

“Let’s go to the meeting room. More comfortable.”

Buggy gulped. Comfortable was the last word he’d use to describe that room.

“If… if that’s what you want…” he mumbled, following them with leaden steps.

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Sitting between Crocodile and Mihawk on the large couch in the meeting room, Buggy still couldn’t believe this was his life now. Wedged between two tall, powerful men, he did his best to keep a neutral expression—even as their presence pressed in on him from both sides.

He had no idea what they wanted from him.

“Tell us a bit about yourself, Buggy,” Crocodile said, casually.

Buggy blinked, caught off guard.

“Uh… what exactly do you want to know? There’s not much to say…”

“What do you like?” Mihawk asked abruptly, his tone firm.

Buggy hesitated, then replied carefully.

“Well… I guess I like money… treasure… and, uh, performing. Making people laugh…”

He trailed off, suddenly embarrassed by how small his passions seemed next to theirs.

“Thank you for sharing that,” Mihawk said softly.

Buggy blinked, surprised by the sincere tone.

“Oh… you're welcome, I guess… What about you? What do you like?”

“Are you interested in us?” Mihawk asked, a quiet hint of amusement in his voice.

Buggy blinked again, caught off guard.

“Well… yeah, I suppose. You’re the leaders of the Cross Guild, after all. So yeah, I’m interested…”

“I like swords. Hunting. Gardening. Cooking. And making my victims suffer.”

Buggy flinched. Each answer got darker, and by the time Mihawk finished, Buggy had instinctively leaned away.

“I-I see… Very… refined tastes…” he said with a nervous chuckle.

Mihawk seemed satisfied. Buggy, on the other hand, was still rattled.

He turned to Crocodile, unsure what to expect next.

“I like whiskey. Expensive things. Pinning objects under my hook. And reading with Mihawk. That too.”

Buggy raised his eyebrows. Reading? Together?

“Wait… you two read? Like… together?”

“Something wrong with that?” Crocodile asked, raising an eyebrow.

“N-No! Sorry!”

“Maybe we could include you in our next session,” Mihawk said gently.

Buggy stared, genuinely stunned by the invitation.

“You’re serious? You want me to read with you?”

“If we all agree, we can meet in the library this weekend,” Crocodile said, standing. Mihawk rose beside him.

“It’s getting late. We should all get some rest.”

Buggy nodded slowly, still stunned.

“A-Alright… Library this weekend… Sure…”

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“That was a good idea, Mihawk.”

“Just following your lead.” The swordsman climbed into Crocodile’s bed with a sigh, relaxing into the smooth silk sheets.

“Hmm. I think he enjoyed being with us.”

“Maybe we should stop getting in each other’s way and just go after him together… for real this time.”

“A combined assault is more effective. Let’s do it.” Crocodile turned off the light, Mihawk settling in beside him.

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The rest of the week goes relatively smoothly for Buggy. He’s relieved not to see Crocodile and Mihawk around him as often, but he can’t help feeling a bit nervous about spending so much time reading with them this weekend.

The long-awaited day finally arrives. As he heads toward the library, Buggy feels his heart pounding with anxiety… Alvida tries to calm him down, but Buggy can’t help staying tense, especially after Alvida’s teasing. The idea that Crocodile and Mihawk might have a crush on him is more than frightening—it’s downright terrifying. As he steps into the library, he sees Mihawk and Crocodile sitting at a table in a quiet corner, waiting for him.

“You came,” Crocodile spoke first. “Want something to drink? Wine? Whiskey, maybe?”

Buggy hesitantly walks into the quiet area of the library and nods in response. He feels a bit uneasy with both Crocodile and Mihawk focusing their attention on him.

“W-Well, a little wine sounds fine… thanks,” he replies shakily.

“Let’s sit on the couch while he prepares it.”

His eyes widen when he feels Mihawk place a hand on his back, gently guiding him toward a large, comfortable couch. He didn’t expect Mihawk to be so touchy and is caught off guard by the sudden familiarity.

“Huh...? A-Alright…” he mumbles, still nervous as he follows Mihawk to the couch.

Buggy sits awkwardly on the couch, still feeling the weight of their attention. He tries to relax by glancing around, taking in the peaceful atmosphere of the library. He glances at Mihawk and sees him smiling. Buggy raises a puzzled brow, wondering why he looks so pleased…

“What do you like to read, Buggy?” the swordsman asked as he sat beside him and took the glass of wine offered by Crocodile.

Buggy nervously takes the wine glass from Crocodile, gripping it a bit too tightly. He tries to focus on Mihawk’s question.

“Oh, well… I mostly like fantasy books and romance novels,” he replies vaguely. He takes a sip of the drink to calm himself, still feeling both men’s gazes on him.

“Mihawk also likes romance.”

Buggy raises his eyebrows in surprise when Crocodile mentions Mihawk’s reading tastes. He turns to look at him.

“Really? You read romance novels?” he asks, curious and surprised that Mihawk has a liking for such stories.

“Mostly gothic or tragic romance. I like it when one of them dies at the end—it’s romantic.”

Buggy smiles slightly at Mihawk’s answer, finding it a bit morbid but not entirely surprising coming from him.

“Hm, I see… So you’re a tragic romantic…” he comments, slightly amused. “Well, to each their own, I guess.”

“Indeed.”

“Mihawk likes blood. I’d say my favorite reads are crime novels, horror, and biographies of criminals.”

Buggy listens to Crocodile’s preferences, finding them more understandable than Mihawk’s answer.

“Crime, horror, and criminal biographies, huh? You seem pretty selective with your reading. No sad romance novels for you?” he teases.

“I don’t like romance novels. I’d rather read about torture or BDSM, if I had to choose.”

Buggy’s eyes widen at Crocodile’s blunt admission of his taste for torture and BDSM. He certainly didn’t expect such honesty from him.

“Well, that’s definitely darker than Mihawk’s tragic romances…” he comments, taken aback.

“Do you remember that dark romance?” Mihawk asked Crocodile.

“Which one exactly?” he asked, confused.

“The one where the girl is kidnapped by a mobster and then tortured.”

“Oh? You mean the one where, in the end, she kills him and marries his corpse because she fell in love with him?”

“We should read another one like that with Buggy. It’s romantic.”

“I-I’m sorry!!”

Buggy listens to them talk about love, trying desperately to keep a straight face in the face of their rather grim conversation. But when they suggest reading a similar story with him, he panics.

“Huh?” Mihawk asked.

“Spare me!” Buggy cried out in panic.

“I don’t know that book,” Crocodile said, confused.

“Huh? W-Well… I’m not sure… never mind, just let me live…” he stammered, even more unsettled by their enthusiasm for such horrific stories.

“How about a story on ancient torture techniques?” Crocodile suggested, completely ignoring Buggy’s pleas.

Crocodile’s suggestion is starting to terrify Buggy. He suddenly feels much more uncomfortable with them, wondering whether they’re serious or not.

“Huh? Torture? Isn’t that a bit… extreme to read about?”

“How about a love story involving a crime of passion? The last one I read gave me lots of ideas for Buggy,” the swordsman said, appearing thoughtful.

Buggy becomes increasingly nervous hearing Mihawk say a passionate murder story gave him ideas...

“Huh? What kind of ideas…?”
he asks with a trembling voice, knowing he probably won’t like the answer.

“I won’t spoil the surprise.”

Mihawk’s vague, cryptic reply only heightens Buggy’s anxiety.

“Mmm… a surprise, huh…”
he murmurs nervously, wondering what Mihawk could be planning. Deep down, he knows he’ll probably be terrified.

“How about we let Buggy choose instead?” Crocodile finally suggested.

Buggy's eyes widened upon hearing Crocodile suggest he pick the book.

“Me? Choose? Uh… well…”
He was surprised by the sudden offer, unsure of what to say.
“I guess I could pick something less… morbid…?”

“I suppose, after all, it’s your choice.”

“Yes, Mihawk’s right.”

Seeing Mihawk and Crocodile’s disappointed expressions at his suggestion sends a chill down Buggy’s spine. It’s clear they’d have preferred something darker, but if he had to choose, he’d avoid anything too extreme. Clearing his throat, he swallowed under their expectant gazes.

“Well… I usually read pretty light adventure novels…”

---

Buggy watches Mihawk and Crocodile get comfortable, still nervous to be around them. He chooses a relatively simple and familiar book—a lighthearted adventure novel, free of macabre or extreme themes. As they begin reading, Buggy tries to relax, even though he still feels their attention lingering on him, despite their apparent focus on the book…

“Buggy? Why are you sitting so far away?”

Buggy stammers when Mihawk questions his distance. He had sat as far as possible from the duo, trying to create space and feel safer.

“Ah… uh… sorry, I didn’t mean to sit too far…” he answers awkwardly, still cautious around the two men.

“Why?”

Buggy stammers again, feeling uncomfortable under Mihawk’s piercing gaze.

“W-Well… I didn’t want to disturb your reading, so I thought it’d be better to sit farther away…” he explains, avoiding eye contact.

“Come here, Buggy,” Crocodile said this time.

Crocodile’s authoritative tone makes him flinch, too nervous to say no. Buggy hesitates, then timidly stands and walks toward them.

“O-Okay…”

“Not like that, idiot. You’re still too far.”

Mihawk’s insult catches him off guard, but what follows surprises him even more. Mihawk lifts him and places him on his lap, causing him to awkwardly fall into place while trying not to drop his book.

“Huh? What…?!” he stammers, shocked by the sudden contact and uncomfortable position.

“Don’t you dare run away.”

Mihawk’s threatening tone sends a chill through Buggy, who feels both uncomfortable and vulnerable in this intimate position.

“I wasn’t going to run away…” he replies, trying to keep his voice steady while sitting on Mihawk’s lap.

“Are you seated comfortably?”

Buggy can’t help but feel uneasy and anxious in this close position. He tries to respond calmly, even though he’s tense.

“Well… I’m sitting on your lap, so I guess it’s… comfortable…” he replies, trying to hide his discomfort.

Mihawk’s lack of response and slight blush takes Buggy by surprise, sending him into an internal panic. He starts to wonder if he said something wrong or if Mihawk is in a bad mood. Just in case, he decides to stay quiet, not wanting to make things worse.

---

The hours that follow seem endless for Buggy. His discomfort grows by the minute, trapped on Mihawk’s lap, unable to move. He feels imprisoned, his anxiety rising with each passing second. Frustrated and irritated at not being able to relax or shift positions, he wonders when this uncomfortable ordeal will finally end…

A knock on the door startles Buggy out of his thoughts.

“Huh? Who is it…?” he asks, confused about who could be knocking.

“What’s the point?” Crocodile asked irritably.

“Boss, someone’s here for business,” Galdino answered from behind the door.

Relief washes over Buggy as he hears Galdino’s voice. He hopes this interruption means Mihawk and Crocodile will let him go. He anxiously awaits their response, hoping this signals the end of his misery.

“Very well, looks like our meeting has to end.”

Buggy’s relief is immense as Mihawk speaks, indicating the end of their time together. It feels like a huge weight has lifted from his shoulders—finally, he can get off Mihawk’s lap.

“I enjoyed it, Buggy,” Mihawk said softly.

“So did I. We should do this again,” Crocodile added.

Buggy stumbles a bit as Mihawk sets him down, thankful to no longer be confined to his lap. A shiver of relief runs down his spine. But hearing their words, he can’t help but flinch. The thought of doing this again is far from appealing, but he forces a polite response.

“Yeah… it was nice…”

Once Mihawk and Crocodile leave the room, Buggy finally finds himself alone, grateful to move freely again. He slumps into a chair, happy not to be stuck on Mihawk’s lap anymore. He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He can’t help but wonder what that meeting was really about—and why Mihawk and Crocodile seemed to enjoy it so much…

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“I was so happy to have him close,” Mihawk said one day in the hallway as he and Crocodile followed Galdino to meet some guests.

“I could tell, and he looked thrilled. Next time, I want him on my lap,” Crocodile replied while lighting a new cigar.

“I think he’d be happy if you did.”

“Having you both on me was quite satisfying, too.”

Galdino had no idea what kind of situation Buggy had gotten himself into, but he feared for his life—though it wasn’t even his life at stake. It seemed terrifying to catch the attention of those two powerful monsters, and he wouldn’t want to be in Buggy’s shoes for anything in the world.

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Those two weeks of respite were a real relief for Buggy.
He could finally breathe without constantly dealing with Mihawk and Crocodile—especially Mihawk, who had somehow ended up on his lap last time. With Crocodile buried in paperwork and Mihawk gone after being kicked out of the Marines, Buggy was enjoying a rare sense of peace. A bittersweet freedom, though, because he knew this calm wouldn't last. They’d be back. And he’d have to face them again.

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“Buggy!” Alvida suddenly called out cheerfully. “How about a little pajama party with me and some of the other girls on the crew?”

He turned toward her, blinking in surprise.

“A pajama party… with you guys?” He paused. “Like… nail polish, makeup, and all that girly stuff?”

“Exactly. Nothing serious. Just relaxing, gossiping, beauty stuff, and a few treats.”

Buggy tilted his head, intrigued. At first, the idea sounded strange, but quickly it became surprisingly appealing. Away from Mihawk and Crocodile, surrounded by talkative girls chatting about clothes and emotions... It sounded like bliss.

“Ah… sure, why not? I do like colorful nail polish,” he replied with a small grin. “Where should I meet you?”

“My cabin. Eight o’clock.”

“Deal.”

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The evening exceeded his expectations. Buggy, sitting cross-legged on a soft cushion, carefully applied nail polish to one of the girls while listening to their laughter and stories. The scented candles, the cozy vibe, the joyful voices… He felt at home. More than that—he felt like himself.

“I can’t believe you dated a guy like that, sweetie…” Alvida said while shaping another girl’s eyebrows.

“I know. I should’ve seen it coming. But he was so sweet at first…” the girl sighed, stretching her hand toward Buggy for the next coat of polish.

Buggy nodded silently, sympathetic. Stories of charming men turning cold—he knew that pattern well.

“It’s always the same, right?” Alvida added. “They act caring, loving… then suddenly make you feel like nothing.”

She turned to Buggy, curious.
“You ever go through something like that?”

He shrugged, a soft, bitter smile on his lips.

“Had a few flings here and there. But yeah, most of them ended badly.” He blew gently on the polish to dry it. “Guess it’s just how things go in our world.”

“There was a rumor, wasn’t there? About you and Shanks?”

Buggy winced.
A shiver ran down his spine as another girl behind him gently brushed his hair.

“Uhh… that rumor…” He hesitated. “Yeah. We were together for a while. But that was a long time ago.”

“Seems like your attention has shifted. These days, it's more Crocodile.”

“What? I thought Mihawk was more his type!”

Both comments made Buggy flinch.
He raised his hands in defense, blushing furiously.

“What?! No! Absolutely not! They’re… they’re insane! One traumatizes me, the other stares like he wants to eat me alive! Why would I be into that?”

Alvida raised an eyebrow, amused.

“You do realize they spend all their time together, right? A lot of people think they’re a couple. Wouldn’t be surprising. Pirates aren’t exactly known for monogamy.”

Buggy looked away, uncomfortable.

“I dunno. Maybe they’re just close. Partners. Colleagues. That’s all.”

“Seriously? You live with them, work with them, and still haven’t noticed they might be together? You’re so clueless, Buggy.”

He sighed, clearly embarrassed.

“Okay, fine… maybe I haven’t been paying much attention lately…”

“Exactly. You’re barely involved anymore—they’re handling everything. You’re just floating along.”

Buggy frowned, looking ashamed.
She wasn’t wrong.

“I didn’t ask to be sidelined… They insist on taking care of everything.”

One girl giggled.

“Maybe they just want to keep you to themselves.”

“Huh?”

Another one added with a smirk, “Is there something going on between you three? Like… a triangle?”

Buggy nearly choked.

“What?! No! Nothing like that! Sure, we’ve had a few meals together, and—okay—there was that one time we went to the library, but that’s not—!”

“Galdino said Crocodile gave you jewelry.”

“And Mihawk gave you a human heart, didn’t he?” Alvida added, raising an eyebrow.

Buggy turned beet red.

“That wasn’t… I mean… not how you think.”

“Buggy…” Alvida leaned toward him. “Those are signs. And you’re missing all of them.”

He swallowed hard.

“You’re saying… those two might be flirting with me?”

“Of course they are! Even if giving a heart is… a bit extreme as a move.”

Buggy buried his face in his hands.

“Shit…”

The girls leaned in, curious and amused.
One placed a cushion on his lap, another handed him a cookie.

“Maybe you’re more desirable than you think, Captain Buggy…”

He groaned, flustered.

“This doesn’t make any sense…”

“That’s love for you. It’s not supposed to.”

A quiet lull followed. Then Alvida clapped her hands.

“Okay, enough talk about psycho lovers. Let’s watch a romantic comedy!”

Buggy looked at her, grateful for the change of subject.

“Yes, please. As long as Mihawk and Crocodile aren’t in it.”

He curled up between two cushions, popcorn in his lap. And even as the screen lit up with kisses and cheesy lines, his thoughts wouldn’t settle. Two tall, dangerous silhouettes loomed in his mind—and maybe, just maybe, in his heart too.

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Hearing the men announce Mihawk's return, Buggy felt a twinge of worry mixed with something else. He thanked them and headed to the port to greet him. Upon seeing Mihawk arriving, covered in blood, Buggy felt a wave of fear and concern. He froze in place, watching the tall man stride toward him with purpose.

“H-Hey Mihawk, everything okay…?”

"I'm glad to see you again, Buggy. Thank you for coming to welcome me. I have a special gift for you."

Despite the unsettling situation, Mihawk’s words sparked a flicker of curiosity in Buggy.

“A special gift for me? What kind?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear what Mihawk had in store for him.

“I saw he was wearing a necklace I thought you might like, so I brought it for you.”

Seeing the head of a decapitated Marine, Buggy shuddered, but tried to keep his composure.

“Well… that’s uh… a nice gift, Mihawk. A necklace, you say?” He cast a desperate glance at the necklace still hanging from the Marine’s severed neck, visibly uncomfortable. “You do realize that… uh… it’s still attached to him, right?”

“Would you prefer something else? I can kill another one, if you tell me what you want in particular.” Mihawk said, handing him the necklace while letting the Marine’s head drop to the ground.

Mihawk’s words and intense gaze sent a chill down Buggy’s spine. He took a step back, visibly disturbed by the situation.

“Oh, no, no, this necklace is great, Mihawk. I really appreciate the gesture.” He looked at him with hesitation. Would wearing it be a bit too macabre?

“I’m glad you like it. I really wanted to show you how much I missed you, Buggy.”

Mihawk’s declaration made Buggy blush. He took the necklace into his hands and looked at it hesitantly.

“Thanks, Mihawk, I… I don’t really know what to say. It’s so… intense. And unusual.” He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the Marine’s head on the ground.

Buggy was still thinking about Alvida’s revelations. Mihawk was clearly trying something — but in a very… extreme way. Buggy wondered whether Mihawk was being serious, or if his flirting was just part of his cold, mysterious personality.

“Thanks for the… gift, Mihawk. It’s really… uh… special.”

Seeing Mihawk smile made Buggy smile too, despite the rather bizarre situation.

“Well, I’ll… keep the necklace. It’s certainly a unique present.” He was still hesitant but ended up putting the necklace away. Then he looked at Mihawk with a touch of curiosity. “By the way, what made you come back covered in blood like that?”

“This? Oh, nothing. I killed a Marine giant. Got splashed a bit.”

Buggy was impressed Mihawk had killed a Marine giant.

“Wow, that’s some good work, Mihawk. Those guys are tough to beat.” He hesitated before asking his next question. “You… you’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”

“I’m fine, Buggy… but you can check if you want.”

Feeling Mihawk take his hand and place it on his chest, Buggy tensed suddenly, slightly flustered.

“I… uh, okay. Just to be sure.” He began to gently examine Mihawk’s torso, checking for injuries or signs of pain.

“What are you two doing?” asked Crocodile, who had just arrived at the port. “Mihawk, hello. Nice to see you.”

Hearing Crocodile’s voice behind them, Buggy quickly pulled his hand away from Mihawk’s chest and turned to Crocodile with a nervous smile.

“Well, Crocodile, there you are! Just in time, I was making sure Mihawk wasn’t hurt.”

“Right, I see.”

“Hello, Crocodile,” the swordsman replied. “Here, I brought you a few things. Thought you might like this bracelet.”

“Which corpse is this one from this time?”

“A Vice-Admiral.”

“I appreciate the gesture,” he said, taking the bracelet, examining it, and genuinely seeming to like it.

While Mihawk and Crocodile talked, Buggy couldn’t help but notice how familiar they were with each other. He listened to their conversation, puzzled by how naturally they interacted. Buggy couldn’t stop a pang of jealousy and uncertainty from creeping in as he observed their easy camaraderie. He began to wonder what they shared beyond exchanging gifts. Buggy kept thinking about the possibility of a relationship between Mihawk and Crocodile. They seemed very comfortable with one another, and Mihawk’s gifts could mean something… He decided to stay neutral for now, preferring to simply watch them.

“You should go clean up.”

“You’re right.”

“I’ll draw you a bath, if you want to eat something first.”

“Let’s do it that way then.”

As he listened to their conversation, Buggy couldn’t ignore how relaxed and familiar they were together. He watched Crocodile remove Mihawk’s hat without protest. When Crocodile offered to draw Mihawk a bath, Buggy couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy. He wondered how deep their bond was to be so close.

Buggy tried to reason with himself, telling himself the jealousy was simply because having someone draw you a bath sounded really pleasant. He tried to convince himself that he didn’t feel anything for Mihawk or Crocodile in particular — just a longing for that kind of pampering. Yet deep down, he felt something strange and confusing toward both Mihawk and Crocodile. He couldn’t deny that something lit up inside him as he watched them, and he couldn’t shake the slight frustration at how close they seemed.

“All right, let’s go. We won’t stay here much longer.”

As Crocodile grabbed Mihawk and Buggy by one hand each, Buggy felt an odd sensation at his touch. He let himself be led without resistance, both confused and intrigued by how Crocodile was taking charge. As they walked away from the port, Buggy tried to figure out why he felt so comfortable in this situation. He looked at Crocodile and Mihawk walking together, their conversation drifting ahead. He couldn’t stop a pang of jealousy at seeing them so close, but also… a question forming.

Despite all the other emotions, that question started to gnaw at Buggy. He began to wonder whether he was jealous of Crocodile because he seemed to have Mihawk so easily — or jealous of Mihawk because Crocodile seemed so protective of him.

Buggy’s confusion only deepened as he tried to sort through his emotions. He wondered how these feelings had appeared so suddenly, and whether they were just fantasies sparked by Alvida’s imagination during that party. But watching Crocodile and Mihawk, he grew more and more unsure.

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Alvida had been surprised by Buggy’s visit so late at night, but she let him in immediately, curious to know what was bothering him at such an hour.

“Tell me everything.”

Seeing Alvida pat the space beside her on the bed, Buggy sighed and sat down. He took a few moments to organize his thoughts before starting to speak.

“Well, uh… I’m not really sure how to say this, but I think I have some… confusing feelings for Mihawk and Crocodile…”

“Confusing feelings? Go on.”

Buggy paused for a moment, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“It’s just that… I can’t really figure out what I’m feeling for them. It’s like I’m jealous of their relationship, but at the same time, I’m drawn to how close they are. It’s really confusing…”

“Hm. You mean you’re in love with them?”

Buggy looked surprised by Alvida’s blunt question. He thought for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“Yeah… something like that. I just can’t tell how much I like them, or if they even see me as more than just a crewmate…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course they like you. What I don’t get is—are you jealous because they’re together, or because you prefer one over the other?”

Buggy felt a bit relieved hearing that they might actually like him, but his confusion remained.

“That’s the problem. I don’t know if I prefer one over the other. I think I have different feelings for each of them. Mihawk is mysterious and charismatic, but Crocodile is so protective and possessive… it’s all so overwhelming.”

“I think I get it. You’re jealous you’re not part of their relationship.”

Buggy blinked, stunned by how accurate that statement was. He opened his mouth to argue but found himself speechless.

“W-Wow. That… actually makes a lot of sense.”

“More sense than everything you said so far, anyway.”

Buggy groaned, rubbing his face. He felt dumb for not realizing it sooner.

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess I’m just jealous that Mihawk and Crocodile have something together… and I’m not in it.”

“Now that you mention it… when did you even realize you liked them? Last time we talked, you didn’t seem thrilled—or maybe you were just in deep denial.”

Buggy thought back, rubbing his chin.

“I guess it was just a bunch of little things, really. It crept up on me… I started noticing how close Mihawk and Crocodile were, and I felt a bit left out. Then I realized I was drawn to that closeness.”

“And how long after knocking on my door did it take for you to finally admit it?”

Buggy blushed, realizing how long he’d been wrestling with his feelings before saying anything.

“Yeah, I know… I’ve been really stupid. I spent four days racking my brain, trying to sort it out. If I’d come to you sooner, I probably could’ve saved myself a lot of trouble.”

“Obviously.”

Buggy nodded, acknowledging her point. He stared at the mattress between his feet, feeling sheepish.

“Yeah… I feel pretty dumb now.”

“So what are you gonna do about it? Knowing you, you’ll either wait for things to fall into your lap, embarrass yourself with awful flirting, or just run away.”

Buggy scowled—because she was absolutely right. He did tend to overthink and avoid taking action.

“Yeah, that sounds about right. But I don’t want to just sit around… and I’m definitely not subtle enough to flirt properly. If I run, I’ll just get caught.”

“Then let’s find a solution, you coward. They give you gifts, don’t they? Why not return the favor? That shows interest. It’s a solid first step, right?”

Buggy perked up at her suggestion. Giving them something in return actually sounded… manageable.

“Yeah, that makes sense. Giving a gift shows I see them as more than just teammates. That’s a good place to start.”

“Especially since they’ve already given you gifts. Sure, you show interest by accepting them, but returning the gesture would speak volumes.”

“Right. I guess I was a bit dense not to realize what those gifts meant. But now I can return the favor and show them I care, too.”

“Any idea what you might give them?”

Buggy scratched his chin, thinking hard.

“Hmm… I’m not sure. Mihawk and Crocodile are both really hard to please. The gift has to be just right.”

“On top of that… they’re weird. I still haven’t forgotten the creepy stuff Mihawk gave you.”

Buggy grimaced at the memory. Mihawk’s gifts were often… unsettling.

“Yeah, the creepy stuff is kind of his thing. Maybe I could go with something memorable. Like a weapon or a hunting trophy? For Crocodile, though, it has to be something elegant—like luxury-level.”

“That sounds about right. And for the record, creepy gifts aren’t normally a thing. That’s just Mihawk being his totally unhinged self.”

Buggy chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, he’s got very specific tastes. But I guess the gifts need to be thoughtful too. I want them to see I genuinely care.”

“Have you seen that extravagant wine goblet that looks more like a sacrificial chalice than a cup? You should get that for Mihawk. He’d love sipping wine like it’s the blood of his enemies.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re talking about. It’s terribly ominous—he’ll adore it. You’re right, he’ll probably drink from it like it’s some victory ritual!”

“And Crocodile?”

“For him… maybe a gold ashtray. He loves smoking, and something luxurious like that would be perfect for him.”

“Then it’s settled. Now go back to your room—or stay, but don’t wake me again.”

“Alright, I’ll head back. I don’t want to disturb you again. But seriously… thank you. You really helped me sort through a lot.”

“If you need to talk again, I’m here. Just… not at nearly three in the morning.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Good night.”

“Night, Buggy.”

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Buggy now had both gifts in his possession, waiting for the perfect moment to hand them to the two men. Still, he seemed nervous at the thought of giving them—afraid it might come off as awkward or ridiculous.

“What kind of opportunity should I use to give them? I don’t want to just throw gifts at their faces. I want it to feel… special.”

Buggy’s reflexes kicked in instantly when he felt a sudden hand on his shoulder. He turned around, ready for a threat—but relaxed as soon as he saw who it was.

“Hello, Buggy.”

“Oh—Mihawk. You startled me, I’ll admit. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I was gardening when I noticed you pacing in front of the main tent.”

Buggy chuckled, realizing Mihawk had caught him mid-anxiety spiral.

“Ah, right. I guess my nervous pacing gave me away, huh? I’m just… in my head a bit.”

“Why?”

Buggy hesitated, unsure of how to broach the topic. But strangely enough, he felt comfortable around Mihawk in that moment.

“Well… it’s kind of personal. I’ve just been feeling a little lost about some things. Emotional things, actually.”

“Oh… I see,” Mihawk replied a bit awkwardly. “And what’s that you’re holding?”

Buggy looked down at the gift in his hands—and realized this might actually be the perfect time to hand over the one meant for Mihawk. He extended it with a small, unsure smile.

“Oh, uh… I wasn’t sure when to give it to you. But this is for you.”

“For… me?”

Buggy nodded, a little surprised by how delighted Mihawk looked to receive a gift. Even Mihawk—usually so unreadable—seemed genuinely pleased.

“Yeah… I saw it and thought of you. I hope you like it.”

“Oh, a sacrificial goblet.”

“Well… yeah, you could call it that. I figured it suited your… personality.”

“I like it. Should I make sacrifices now?”

Buggy couldn’t help but laugh at Mihawk’s odd sense of humor.

“Not necessary. Just something for you to enjoy your wine in. No blood rituals required.”

“I do like the idea of drinking wine from it.”

Buggy nodded, pleased Mihawk truly seemed to enjoy the gift.

“I thought it might add a bit of flair to your wine rituals.”

“A spooky atmosphere! I love it, Buggy. I’ll convince Crocodile later that I’m drinking blood from it.”

Buggy burst out laughing at the mental image, easily imagining Mihawk pulling that off.

“Haha! That’s wild. I’d love to see Crocodile’s face when he hears that.”

“Your file just arrived. I assume the other gift is for him?”

“Yeah, the second one’s for Crocodile. I figured he’d appreciate something a bit more… luxurious. Something that matches his refined tastes.”

“He probably will. Meet me at his office around 8 p.m.?”

Buggy nodded, taking note of the time.

“Alright. I’ll be there at 8. I just hope he likes it as much as you did.”

“I’m sure he will.”

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Later that evening…

Buggy, visibly a little nervous, gently opened the door to Crocodile’s office. The room struck him immediately—richly decorated, luxurious, with furniture that screamed elegance and power. He stepped forward cautiously, gift in hand, and offered a small smile.

“Buggy? I wasn’t expecting you.”

Buggy nodded, trying to hide his nerves behind a confident voice.

“Evening, Crocodile. Sorry to drop in so late, but… I brought something for you.” He held out the neatly wrapped gift.

“A gift? May I open it now?”

“Yeah, go ahead. I’m really curious to know what you think.”

“Oh… it’s an ashtray. Is this… solid gold?”

“It is. I thought someone as elegant as you deserved something fitting. I hope you like it.”

“I do.”

Buggy’s heart swelled just a bit as he watched Crocodile casually put aside his old ashtray and place the new one on his desk without hesitation.

“I’m glad to hear that. And I appreciate you setting it out so quickly—it really looks good there.”

“Yours is better.”

That quiet comment from Crocodile made Buggy blush slightly. He tried to hide it with a grin.

“Haha… thanks, Crocodile. Looks like we’ve both got great taste in décor.”

“Indeed. Ah—Mihawk, look what Buggy gave me… What’s that thing you’re drinking from?”

“Sacrificial chalice.”

“…What?”

“I drink blood from it.”

Buggy watched the exchange, amused. He didn’t even try to interrupt, curious to see how Crocodile would react.

“Blood?” Crocodile asked, frowning.

“Yes. Blood.” Mihawk nodded slowly, completely deadpan.

“Seriously?”

“I use it as needed,” Mihawk replied coldly, stoically.

As the conversation grew stranger, Buggy kept smiling, entertained by Mihawk’s odd commitment and Crocodile’s clear confusion.

“No, it’s wine, actually. Buggy gave me the chalice. What’s yours look like?”

“Oh, it’s just a wine goblet, really,” Buggy said, finally stepping in. “I went with a gothic vibe, figured it’d suit him.”

“It’s very… Mihawk.”

“I agree.”

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Later, in Buggy’s room…

Back in his room, Buggy felt completely drained—but oddly satisfied. As he undressed and prepared for bed, he replayed the evening’s events in his mind. He felt genuinely happy that he’d been able to bring a bit of joy to both Mihawk and Crocodile. He wondered if moments like this could happen more often.

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Meanwhile, still in Crocodile’s office…

Mihawk and Crocodile sat in quiet discussion, the room dim and calm.

“He gave us gifts, Mihawk.”

Mihawk raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised at the tone in Crocodile’s voice.

“He did. Why do you sound so thoughtful about it?”

“It means he’s returning our affection. Perhaps our intentions are finally getting through.”

Mihawk looked down at the goblet still in his hand, thoughtful.

“Possibly. He didn’t seem uncomfortable or hesitant while giving them. He was calm, confident. Maybe he’s starting to understand our feelings—and responding in kind.”

“Then we should keep going. Until he falls in love with us.”

Mihawk smirked slightly, amused but entirely serious.

“Absolutely. We just need to keep showing him affection—directly, clearly. The more he gets used to our presence and attention, the quicker his feelings will grow.”

“We should get more… tactile. Don’t you think? Make him blush.”

“I agree. Getting a little more physically affectionate might make things clearer. Plus, it’ll be fun watching him get flustered.”

“Oh, that does sound fun. I can’t wait.”

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Buggy felt a little unsettled by the increased attention from Mihawk and Crocodile, as well as their unexpected physical contact.

He began to wonder if they truly had good intentions toward him or if it was all just a game they were playing.
He did his best to hide his confusion and discomfort, but a flicker of suspicion stirred in his chest.

Thinking back to the few times Mihawk and Crocodile had shown him affection, Buggy couldn't help but wonder if it had all been meant to mess with him or to make him feel awkward.

His feelings about their behavior began to shift—he was no longer sure if their actions were sincere, or if they were simply mocking him for their own amusement.

---

Panic and terror seized Buggy when Crocodile suddenly shoved him violently against the wall.
Caught off guard, he immediately assumed he was in mortal danger. He screamed, pleading for his life, heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"What did you just say?"

Crocodile’s words echoed in Buggy’s mind. He felt completely lost, confused.

The thought that they might not feel anything for him started creeping in, making everything feel even more terrifying.

He looked up at Crocodile, panic still clearly written on his face.

"I—I’m sorry! I thought you were going to kill me!"

"Buggy."

The way Crocodile said his name—calm but firm—made Buggy's heart skip another beat.

With every step Crocodile took closer, Buggy's panic increased. He tried to back away, but the wall was right behind him.

"P-please, don’t be mad…" he stammered, still terrified.

"Buggy, I’m not angry. I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Crocodile’s words calmed him slightly, but Buggy remained frozen against the wall, still on edge.

"Y-you’re not mad? But you just slammed me into the wall…" he muttered, still shaking a little.

"Ah. Right." Crocodile admitted, this time with a hint of sheepishness.

Buggy stared at him for a moment, his nervousness still present, though slightly dulled.

He hadn’t expected Crocodile to admit it so casually.

"So... you’re not mad at me?" he asked cautiously.

"I’m not. Isn’t it obvious?"

Even with Crocodile’s reassurance, Buggy remained tense.
His shoulders were tight, and he didn’t move an inch, eyes fixed on the other man.

"Then... why’d you slam me against the wall like that?" he asked, squinting suspiciously.

"Just to show you I care."

Buggy blinked, completely thrown off by that answer.

"You care about me? By slamming me into a wall?"
He paused before continuing, "There are… less violent ways to show that, you know."

"What do you mean? You wouldn’t even pay attention otherwise."

Crocodile’s words left Buggy even more confused.
Was that really how Crocodile thought affection worked?

"Well… there are gentler ways to show you care.
Something like… a friendly pat on the shoulder, maybe."

"Yeah? And would that work?"

The sudden motion caught Buggy by surprise as Crocodile reached out again, making Buggy flinch as he hit the wall a second time.

He rubbed his shoulder, grimacing.

"That was supposed to be a pat? You almost broke my collarbone!"

Seeing the look on Crocodile’s face, Buggy worried he may have offended him and quickly tried to soften his tone.

"I—I didn’t mean it like that. I just… you know… there are softer ways to pat someone. Like, a light friendly tap."
He mimed the motion, trying to make his point.

"A friendly punch?"

The sight of Crocodile raising his fist made Buggy wince and instinctively shield himself with his arm, alarmed.

"Hey, wait, wait! Not that strong, Crocodile!" he shouted, panic rising again.

"What?"

Seeing Crocodile's hand drop brought a bit of relief, but Buggy stayed defensive.

"You know, friendly gestures aren’t supposed to be so aggressive. They’re meant to be kind… gentle."
He eyed Crocodile cautiously.

Buggy jumped when Crocodile's hand slammed into the wall just beside his head, close enough to feel the air shift.
He stood frozen, watching Crocodile warily.

"Hey, easy!" he muttered, trying to maintain a safe distance.

Crocodile stared at him for a long moment before stepping back.

Buggy watched him retreat, still puzzled by the whole exchange.

He rubbed his shoulder, which still throbbed a little from Crocodile’s “friendly” display of affection.

---

"You’ll never guess what the clown and I just did," Crocodile said when he rejoined Mihawk.

Mihawk looked over, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh? And what did you do?"

"I had him pinned against a wall. We were very close. So close I could hear his heart racing."

Mihawk arched a brow, intrigued.

"Oh? Sounds like you had quite the moment with our little clown," he said with a smirk.

"He even told me he likes being shoved and smacked around. You should give it a try."

"Is that so…? So, he enjoys being pinned and roughed up, huh?"

Mihawk considered it for a moment, then shrugged.
"Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try."

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Buggy still couldn’t understand why Mihawk and Crocodile seemed to take so many liberties with him. They grabbed him without warning, pinned him against the walls with icy brutality, their fists sometimes crashing down on him for reasons he couldn’t grasp. They claimed they weren’t angry, but their actions said otherwise — or at least, they spoke a violent language Buggy found harder and harder to decipher.

He ran his fingers over the violet bruise on his cheekbone. His ribs hurt whenever he breathed too deeply. He closed his eyes for a second, brow furrowed. Why not simply say what they wanted? Why the blows, the intimidation, this way of pushing him to the limit? Was it some kind of sadistic game? Or a twisted test whose rules he still didn’t know?

The more he thought about it, the more the uncertainty consumed him. What if he had made a monumental mistake by falling in love with them? Maybe he should’ve run the very first time his heart beat faster for Crocodile… or when Mihawk’s icy gaze made him shiver in a completely different way. Who willingly chose to fall for two predators?

He let out a long sigh, his hand still resting on his bruised cheek.

The sight of Mihawk covered in blood froze him on the spot as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.

His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. He scanned the room — blood on the floor, on the sink, on Mihawk’s hands.

Buggy went pale.

“W-well… looks like you got your hands a little dirty…” he stammered, nervous. “Wait… you didn’t… kill someone… right?”

“Buggy. Hello.” answered Mihawk calmly, as if all of this was perfectly normal.

But Buggy didn’t have time to ask anything else: he caught sight of Crocodile on the floor. In one bound he crossed the room and knelt beside him, hands trembling.

“Hey! Crocodile! Crocodile!” He shook him cautiously, looking for a sign of life.

Crocodile growled, his voice hoarse and annoyed:

“What the hell is going on? Oh. Buggy.”

Buggy let out a sigh of relief, almost dizzy from the sudden drop of adrenaline.

“Yes, it’s me… sorry, I saw Mihawk covered in blood, then you on the ground and… I thought…”

He trailed off, embarrassed by his own thoughts.

“Thought… what?” Crocodile grunted, narrowing his eyes.

“Well… I thought for a moment that Mihawk had killed you.”

He frowned, expecting to be mocked. But Crocodile simply rolled his eyes, as if it were the most absurd thing he’d ever heard.

“It’s just broken glass. Tch. It’s not like it’s the first time.”

Buggy blinked several times, incredulous.

“Broken… glass? And… Mihawk covered in blood? That doesn’t shock you?”

“He’s just been hunting,” Crocodile replied in far too calm a tone.

Buggy frowned even more. Hunting? Who dared attack Mihawk?

Before he could ask the question, Mihawk spoke again, casually wiping his hands.

“Sorry, Buggy. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

A surprise?

Buggy looked at them both, completely lost.

“A surprise? What surprise?”

Mihawk stepped aside slightly, revealing a still steaming dish on the table.

“Clownfish for dinner.”

Buggy was silent for a moment. His eyes went from the dish, to Mihawk, then to Crocodile.

“Clown… fish? You… cooked clownfish for me?”

“We thought about you the whole time we were preparing it,” Mihawk said calmly.

Buggy felt something gently tighten in his chest. It was so unexpected… so incongruous after the fear, the pain, the blows. He was almost moved by it.

“Thank you… really… that’s… very kind,” he whispered, voice trembling.

He chose not to think too much about it. Not now. They had taken the time to cook him a special meal, and that was enough to warm his heart, at least for a moment.

“Thank you again… for the meal…”

Only later, while absent-mindedly reading a cooking manual, did he learn that poorly prepared clownfish could be deadly.

He remained silent for a long while, one finger resting on the line of the book. Then he thought back to the smell of blood in the kitchen. To Crocodile on the floor. To their calm smiles when he had discovered the dish.

He suddenly burst out laughing — a nervous, almost hysterical laugh.

God… was he completely insane?

To fall in love with two impulsive, violent, dangerous men… to the point of accepting to risk his life just to stay with them?

Probably. But after careful thought, despite the bruises and his survival instinct screaming at him to run… he had realized he didn’t want to leave them.

Maybe something was wrong with him. Or maybe love was simply a gentle madness, a delicious poison he had decided to drink to the last drop.

Probably nothing abnormal.

Just… Buggy, in love.

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He keeps openly flirting in the following days, doubling his efforts to get their attention — to no avail. Neither Mihawk nor Crocodile seems disturbed by his advances, not even when he lets clearly ambiguous phrases slip or when his glances linger a little too long. He starts to wonder if they’re simply incapable of noticing his signals… or deliberately ignoring them, which would be even more humiliating.
Still, he persists (out of pride? desperation?), convinced he’ll eventually provoke some kind of reaction — anything to prove they see him as more than just an annoying clown.

Out of subtlety, he goes for a more direct approach. He dares more straightforward compliments, heavier innuendos — even if it makes him a little uncomfortable to be so spontaneous. Deep down, he just hopes he won’t cross the line and end up looking like a full-blown creep.

In a last burst of desperate creativity, he suggests Mihawk do a bit of gardening with him. He naively thought it would be a calm, almost romantic activity, somehow forgetting that Mihawk’s botanical collection is closer to a toxic nightmare than a peaceful garden. Whatever — he puts on his best smile, determined to impress the swordsman… even if the flowers in question look more inclined to devour him than bloom.

He spends a good part of the day wandering among the poisonous plants at Mihawk’s side. He points out a few species he recognizes, makes a light joke about the ones that clearly look like they want to eat him alive, and listens carefully to every detail Mihawk shares, as if his life depends on it (which, honestly, it might).

“This one is one of Crocodile’s favorites. They usually only grow in the desert, but I brought them back from Alabasta especially for him.”

Buggy blinks, slightly offended.

“Alabasta, huh? That’s… very thoughtful of you. Do you always do things like that for Crocodile? Little gestures, I mean.”

“Obviously. We’re in love.”

The word hits him full force. In love? Mihawk says it with a calm so disarming it almost makes it worse.

“In love, huh? And… how long has it been? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Since Marineford.”

Buggy blinks. He remembers Marineford all too well. Definitely not romantic.

“Wait… You fought at Marineford, didn’t you?”

“Yes. It was insanely hot. He was gorgeous. Covered in blood, furious… I thought my heart would stop right then. When he contacted me afterwards, we got together.”

Buggy shivers. He has no idea how to respond to a love confession based on an attempted murder, but part of him finds it strangely… romantic. (Which terrifies him.)

Before he can say anything else, Mihawk raises an eyebrow.

“Buggy, watch out—”

Too late. He leans too close to a carnivorous plant, which immediately clenches around him with a sickening sound.

“AARGH! HELP ME!” he screams, thrashing around.

“Don’t move. Or I’ll kill you by accident.”

The threat, uttered in a perfectly calm voice, makes Buggy freeze instantly. Yoru is already raised, ready to strike.

“O-OKAY!! I WON’T MOVE!”

A second later, the plant literally explodes, showering both of them in a spray of sticky sap. Buggy coughs, drenched from head to toe.

“Ugh! That’s disgusting!” he groans, trying to wipe himself off.

Mihawk sheathes his sword, expression unreadable.

“Sorry about your plant…” Buggy mumbles, embarrassed.

“It’s nothing.”

But he clearly hears the chilly note of irritation in his voice.

“Are you… sure you’re okay? You kind of look annoyed.”

“It has nothing to do with you, Buggy.”

“Alright… if you say so. You do look a little upset though—”

“It’s fine. You should go change.”

Buggy sighs, gives him a small wave and walks away, still soaked in sticky plant goo. He leaves the garden with the unpleasant feeling that he completely failed to make an impression.

Mihawk stays behind. His eyes fall on the remains of the plant that dared touch his Buggy. His expression darkens.

“…You dared lay your teeth on what belongs to me.”

His voice is low. Deadly.

---

Later, in their bedroom, Crocodile gives his partner a tired look.

“What are you doing?”

Mihawk, busy preparing an arsenal of chemical products, doesn’t even look up.

“I’m going to exterminate that damned species. They touched Buggy.”

Crocodile blinks, caught between disbelief and sheer exhaustion.

“…What? …No. Forget it, I don’t want to know.”

Mihawk merely shrugs and continues filling his bottles.

“Whatever. I’ll be gone for a few days.”

“Fine,” Crocodile answers without asking any further questions.

---

The next day, the front pages explode with the news:
“Rare plant species completely wiped out — scientists baffled”.
Some condemn the act, others speculate wildly…
Meanwhile, Mihawk quietly reads the article, the faintest smile curling his lips.

“How was your trip?” Crocodile asks casually, glancing up from his newspaper.

“Very productive.”

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Buggy was thinking about how to spend some time with Crocodile. Lately, he realized he had been hanging around Mihawk too much, surviving his weekly murder attempts once or twice at best. He wanted to balance things out.

When he overheard Galdino mentioning Crocodile was leaving on a business trip to a casino, Buggy knew it was the perfect chance. Without hesitation, he decided to try his luck.

“Hey, Croc! I heard you’re heading out for a casino deal. Think I could come along?”

“You really want to?”

He nodded enthusiastically, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Of course! It’s been ages since we’ve spent time together. And besides, I could be useful!”

“All right.”

Buggy’s heart leapt at the immediate answer. Just hearing “together” and “Crocodile” in the same sentence was enough to make him beam. He even shot a little triumphant glance.

“Fantastic! You won’t regret this, I swear!”

---

The sea voyage went surprisingly smoothly, despite Crocodile’s cold stare. But once they arrived, the atmosphere shifted. The closer they got, the tighter Buggy felt his throat.

He was facing the Crocodile he had first met: harsh, merciless, terrifying. The softer, almost tender Crocodile he sometimes saw was gone, replaced by a cruel stranger. This side of him made Buggy uneasy.

When Crocodile threatened some poor man, Buggy shivered. The scene reminded him just how frightening his companion could be. A pang of pity hit him for the victim. Deep down, he was grateful that he and Mihawk had chosen to court him—without that, he might have ended up in the same position as that unfortunate soul, begging for his life. He considered himself lucky not to be the one at Crocodile’s feet.

Seated stiffly on a chair, he didn’t dare move. The man dangled upside down, tied and beaten while Crocodile laid into him. Buggy sat frozen, terrified that even breathing too loud would draw Crocodile’s attention. Eyes shut tight, he tried to block out the sickening thuds and pained groans. The longer it went on, the more uncomfortable he became. He prayed it would end quickly.

---

“That went rather well. Only two hours of negotiations,” Crocodile said, lighting a cigar.

Buggy paled. “Negotiations” wasn’t the right word at all. “Torture session” fit far better. The poor guy had talked, then screamed, before finally breaking and signing everything Crocodile demanded.

Buggy let out a long breath when Crocodile finally finished and they left the room.

“Good grief, I thought he was going to kill me just because I was breathing too loudly,” he muttered, still shaking.

He followed Crocodile into the casino lobby, already dreading what might come next. The gambling tables and noisy crowd did nothing to soothe him. In the corner, a small group was waiting.

“Those are our next contacts. This time, we’ll need to be convincing.”

Buggy nodded quickly, silently swearing to stay in the background and not get in the way.

---

Luckily, the second deal turned out much easier: a few drinks, some wagers, and polite conversations. Buggy kept quiet, blending in as best he could.

Until one of the men suddenly approached with a grin.

“Hey, you. Come bring me some luck for the next round.”

Buggy jumped when the man slung an arm around him.

“Oh… uh… sure, I guess. I can try,” he said with a nervous laugh, visibly uncomfortable.

The businessman quickly became far too forward—hands wandering, lingering stares, fingers twirling through Buggy’s blue locks. Buggy forced a polite smile, though his embarrassment was obvious.

“My room’s 313. Drop by tonight, if you’d like…”

Buggy blinked, caught off guard, then recovered with a stiff nod.

“Room 313? Ah… got it. I’ll remember.”

“Exactly, sweetheart.”

The pet name made him flinch, but he held his composure.

“Perfect… I’ll keep that in mind.”

---

Later, back in their shared hotel room, Buggy sighed in relief. The chaos of the casino was finally behind him.

“Buggy, I’ve got a few things to take care of. Relax, all right?”

He watched Crocodile remove his jacket and shirt, leaving only his tank top.

“Okay, no problem. I’ll just settle in,” Buggy said, plopping onto the bed.

While Buggy distracted himself with the room, Crocodile slipped out… and headed straight for 313. Minutes later, the overly forward man was no longer breathing.

Buggy, of course, noticed nothing. When Crocodile returned, he simply lifted his head.

“Back already?”

“Yes. How about we order the hotel’s finest bottle of whiskey for the room?”

Buggy’s face lit up.

“Brilliant idea! After a day like this, we’ve earned it.”

---

The next morning, during another meeting, Buggy noticed the man from room 313 was missing. He shrugged. Honestly, the gathering felt better without him anyway.

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When they returned from the business trip, Buggy immediately noticed Mihawk’s stoicism tinged with a faint brightness. He raised his eyebrows, studying his face. It was always difficult to read emotions behind that impassive mask, yet… Mihawk truly seemed glad to see them again, in his own silent and restrained way.

“You really do look happy to see us. We’re glad too,” Crocodile remarked calmly.

Buggy blinked, puzzled. Crocodile had just patted Mihawk on the head as if he were some loyal animal. Buggy himself would never have dared. He wondered if Crocodile had developed some sort of telepathic bond with Mihawk to sense his mood, or if he simply knew how to spot signs invisible to everyone else.

Then Mihawk spoke—and Buggy nearly toppled over.

“I made voodoo dolls of you both… I wanted you with me so badly.”

Buggy’s eyes widened at once. Voodoo dolls? Mihawk had confessed it as if it were a tender love declaration.

“Voodoo dolls? Uh… that’s a little weird, isn’t it?” he stammered.

“I like it,” Crocodile cut in flatly.

Buggy swallowed hard and glanced at the dolls Mihawk held out. They were riddled with knife marks, blackened by burns… and yet they looked disturbingly like him and Crocodile. His blood ran cold.

“Oh… that’s, uh… pretty macabre,” he muttered, forcing a shaky smile.

“Why did you stab them?” Crocodile asked, his brow faintly furrowed.

“I thought that if it actually worked, and you were injured, it would make you come back faster… But it didn’t,” Mihawk replied, stoic as ever.

A shiver ran down Buggy’s spine. The thought of Mihawk spending hours tormenting their effigies chilled him to the bone, but he exhaled in relief when he admitted it hadn’t worked.

“Thankfully it didn’t! We’re glad to still be in one piece,” Buggy said in a trembling voice.

“Well then… let’s head inside for the reunion,” Crocodile concluded, clearly unwilling to dwell further on Mihawk’s questionable practices.

Buggy nodded vigorously, more than happy to change the subject.

“Yeah, let’s go inside for the reunion.” He followed Crocodile into their lair, relieved to leave behind Mihawk’s voodoo dolls once and for all.

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Over time, living alongside Crocodile, Buggy had uncovered the strange side of his partner. Not as chilling as Mihawk’s, perhaps, but full of unusual habits and eccentricities.

For instance, Crocodile collected golden eggs encrusted with diamonds. Buggy couldn’t decide if it was fascinating or utterly absurd, since Crocodile never did anything with them. Selling them would have made a fortune, but no: he simply kept them, staring at them with a mysterious interest.

He also noticed that Crocodile avoided almost all bright colors. His clothes, his décor, his favorite possessions… everything was dark: black, gray, deep brown. Buggy, by contrast, lived in the spotlight of his flamboyant clothes and glittering personality. One day, Crocodile even asked him if he was colorblind, which left Buggy dumbfounded. Him—who adored loud, gaudy colors—being treated as if he had some kind of visual defect!

Then there was Crocodile’s particular fondness for terrifying animals. To Buggy’s dismay, he discovered a massive aquarium in their bedroom, housing a gigantic boa. Stepping inside was a trial, knowing a monstrous reptile was lurking there.

But the real shock came when he first laid eyes on the sheer number of Bananawani Crocodile had brought back from Alabasta. Buggy stood frozen before those colossal beasts with their nightmarish appearance—creatures Crocodile blithely described as “cute.” Disaster struck when one of them nearly swallowed Buggy whole. Terrified and furious, he had lashed out at Crocodile, blaming him entirely for the ordeal. He still couldn’t understand how Crocodile found such monsters “adorable.”

Once again, he questioned himself. Why had he fallen in love with such a strange man? But the truth was inescapable: his feelings were real and deep. He loved Crocodile—despite the eccentricities, despite the unsettling quirks—and he knew he always would.

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Buggy had slammed the door of his room shut. The sharp sound echoed through the silent corridor, followed by a muffled growl that sounded very much like a curse. He flopped onto his bed, the blanket crumpling beneath him, and began to mutter under his breath. His gestures were animated, almost theatrical: he threw his hands up as if arguing with an invisible opponent.

Why… why on earth did Crocodile and Mihawk never understand his signals? Buggy had poured his heart into those little gestures: the flowers for Mihawk, the compliments dripping with innuendo for Crocodile, the lingering stares in the hallway… Nothing. Not a single reaction. It was like tossing bottles into the sea only to watch them sink.

He let out a loud sigh, rolled onto his stomach, and buried his face into the pillow. For the hundredth time, he considered simply telling them: “I love you. I want to be with you both.” But the thought of their closed-off expressions, the furrowed brows, the disdainful looks—it froze him inside. What if they rejected him? Worse… what if they laughed?

The room fell silent, broken only by the creak of the wood as the wind rattled the shutters. The air smelled faintly of sea salt, nighttime dampness seeping in through the cracks. Wrapped in his blanket, Buggy resolved to find a solution, but his thoughts kept spinning in circles.

---

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Mihawk slowly closed a book. The whisper of pages sounded in the dim space, lit only by the flickering flame of a candle. His golden eyes lifted toward Crocodile, who was taking off his coat and placing an extinguished cigar into a silver ashtray.

“Buggy is acting strangely,” Mihawk said, his voice calm but laced with suspicion.

Crocodile raised an eyebrow, lowering himself into the armchair near the desk. The strong smell of cigar smoke lingered in the air, mixing with the leather of his gloves.

“Yes. I’ve noticed. Even stranger than usual.”

“Do you think he’s caught… something? A sickness?” Mihawk pressed, arms crossed. “Or… could he be trying to send a distress signal?”

The word hung in the room like a heavy weight. Crocodile leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing. He clasped his hands together, elbows on his knees.

“That’s possible. He’s not the type to ask for help directly.”

Mihawk frowned, the candlelight gleaming in his gaze. “He brought me flowers… but he knows they’d wither in days. Like he was trying to say that time was running out. A metaphor, perhaps.”

Crocodile’s head snapped up. “Flowers?”

A tense silence followed, broken only by the rattle of wind against the window.

“Then it’s not an illness… maybe he’s threatened. Maybe someone really does want to kill him. And this was his way of warning us.”

Mihawk nodded gravely, the dark coat slipping from his shoulders. “Yes… he must believe he’s being watched. So he acts discreetly, using signs only we would notice.”

“Then we must let him know we’ve understood. That he’s not alone.”

Crocodile rose, his massive shadow cast across the wall. He crushed his cigar into the ashtray with a sharp motion. “Exactly. He must feel that we are his guardians.”

---

The next morning, Buggy trudged into the kitchen still half-asleep. The floorboards creaked beneath his feet, and the smell of strong coffee filled the air. He rubbed his eyes, yawning, before spotting Crocodile and Mihawk already seated at the table, waiting like two statues.

“Buggy,” Crocodile rumbled.

“We know,” Mihawk added.

Buggy blinked, mouth slightly open. Sunlight streaming through the window glinted off the knives hanging near the counter, making the scene almost theatrical.

“Uh… you know… what?” he stammered.

Crocodile set down his coffee cup, eyes steady. “That you’re not alone in this. We’re here. For you.”

Mihawk’s voice was firm. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Buggy froze for a moment, before his cheeks turned scarlet. They… they know. They understand that I love them… and they accept it… His heart raced wildly as he hugged his cup closer.

He left the kitchen minutes later, still trembling. They want to protect me… but not just that. They want to protect me like… like lovers do. It’s so clear!

---

From then on, everything seemed obvious to him.

When Mihawk had nearly sliced a poor cook in half for bringing Buggy a plate of food, Buggy had no doubt left: they were jealous. And Crocodile, looming behind, massive and menacing, glaring daggers… that was the ultimate proof.

Buggy flushed crimson as he recalled it. They’re jealous! Jealous and possessive… It’s incredible. I’ve finally managed to catch their attention…

Two whole weeks passed under their constant “protection.” Crocodile always walking by his side, Mihawk warding off anyone who came too close… every action only reinforced Buggy’s belief. Yet one question gnawed at him: why hadn’t they invited him into their room?

One night, sitting alone in the dim living room, Buggy twisted a cushion nervously in his hands. It’s been two weeks… they haven’t asked me to their bed. Is there some kind of rule? A waiting period before lovers share a bed? He bit his lip, baffled.

Finally, he decided to act. If anyone would give him answers, it would be Mihawk.

---

He found him in the library, a room smelling of old paper and wax, lit by chandeliers. Buggy’s heart pounded as he stepped forward, fixing his blue eyes on Mihawk.

“Mihawk… I wanted to ask you something…”

Mihawk looked up from his book, patient. “What is it?”

Buggy took a deep breath, his fingers trembling. “Well… uh… I… I’d like to sleep with you and Crocodile.”

Silence. Then Mihawk closed his book, impassive, not surprised—only grave.

“Very well. Join us tonight in our room. At nine o’clock.”

Buggy thought his heart might burst. He nearly skipped out of the room, a blissful grin plastered on his face.

---

As soon as he was gone, Mihawk went straight to Crocodile in the study, his expression tight. The room reeked of tobacco and leather.

“You’ll never guess what Buggy just asked me.”

Crocodile raised a brow. “What?”

Mihawk leaned closer, almost uneasy. “He wants… to sleep with us. Tonight.”

A heavy silence fell. Crocodile inhaled from his cigar, then exhaled slowly.

“Then it’s more serious than I thought. If Buggy goes so far as to ask that, it means he feels cornered. He truly believes his life is in danger.”

Mihawk nodded slowly. “Exactly. This may be his final cry for help.”

Crocodile crushed his cigar into the glass ashtray Buggy had gifted him. “Tonight, we’ll make him tell us everything. Who’s behind this threat. We’ll eradicate it.”

Their eyes locked in the red glow of the embers. Two predators ready to protect what they believed was an ally in mortal peril… while Buggy, trembling with excitement, was preparing for an entirely different kind of night.

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Buggy walked down the dim hallway, his heart pounding so loudly it seemed to echo in his ears. His night slippers made the old wooden floor creak with every step. In his arms, he clutched his clown teddy bear, Teddy, like a talisman. His hair was loose, his cheeks faintly made-up—he had spent hours in front of the mirror, debating whether his lovers would prefer him natural or a little dressed up. In the end, he had left a trace of color around his eyes and a bit of gloss on his lips, “just in case.”

He was excited—no, feverish. For two weeks, convinced he was in a relationship with Mihawk and Crocodile, he had been waiting for this moment: finally sharing their bed, sealing what he thought had become official. His pajamas were ridiculous—a bright blue set covered in little red hearts, bought especially for the occasion—but Buggy thought he looked cute in it. After all, he had to show them he could be both alluring and adorable.

Standing before the heavy wooden door, he took a deep breath. The smell of tobacco and leather, already seeping from the crack, tickled his nose. He raised his hand and knocked three times, a smile stretched across his lips.

A pause. Then the handle turned, and the door opened slowly. Mihawk appeared in the doorway, his tall silhouette framed by the dim light of the room. His golden eyes fixed on Buggy with an intensity that made the clown’s heart skip a beat. But instead of a smile, Mihawk wore his usual serious, almost icy expression.

“Come in,” he said in his low voice, stepping aside. “We have something to tell you.”

Buggy nodded nervously and crossed the threshold. The room’s air wrapped around him instantly: thick with the scent of tobacco, warm wax, and polished wood. A few oil lamps cast a golden glow, shadows flickering across the walls. At the far side of the room, Crocodile waited, sitting on the edge of the wide bed, a cigar glowing between his fingers. His massive frame loomed in the semi-darkness, and his deep brown eyes studied Buggy like he was trying to read his very soul.

“H-hey…” Buggy said softly, clutching Teddy tighter.

Mihawk closed the door behind him with a decisive click. The sound echoed like the chamber sealing shut, cutting them off from the outside world. Buggy’s legs felt weak, but he forced a nervous smile to his lips.

“Sit,” Mihawk ordered, pointing at the bed. His tone was firm, unquestionable.

Buggy obeyed instantly, setting his teddy on his lap like a child scolded by his parents. The mattress was firm beneath him, the satin sheets cool to the touch. He lifted his eyes at them, waiting for whatever came next.

“So? What’s going on?” he asked, nervous but still trying to smile.

Mihawk crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall, his expression serious. Crocodile slowly stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray by the nightstand, the sharp crack of ash ringing like a gavel.

“You asked to sleep with us tonight,” Mihawk began.

“That’s right,” Buggy admitted, blushing, his voice hesitant. “I thought… it would be better than being alone.”

A silence stretched. Mihawk and Crocodile exchanged a loaded glance before Mihawk spoke again, colder this time:

“But why now? Why suddenly?”

Buggy blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

Crocodile leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, his gaze grave and heavy.

“Buggy, we want you to tell us the truth. Is someone threatening you?”

Buggy froze, mouth falling open. “What? No! No one’s threatening me—what are you even talking about?”

Mihawk narrowed his eyes, watching his every move. “Don’t lie to us. A threat hangs over you, doesn’t it? Otherwise, why ask to sleep with us—for protection?”

Buggy’s nervous smile turned into incredulous laughter. His cheeks burned bright red. He shook his head violently.

“Wait, wait… aren’t we together now?”

The room fell into stunned silence. Mihawk and Crocodile froze, then exchanged a look of pure bewilderment.

“Buggy… what are you talking about?” Mihawk asked, truly confused.

“No, what are YOU talking about?!” Buggy shot back, throwing his arms up, outraged.

The silence thickened. Mihawk rubbed a hand over his face, baffled. Crocodile raised an eyebrow in quiet disbelief.

“You really thought we were… a couple?” Mihawk asked, incredulous.

Buggy gaped at them. “Of course I did! I gave you gifts, I stared at you longingly, I flirted with you! And you—you got jealous, you glared at anyone who came near me, you hovered over me like watchdogs, you spent all your time with me! And you’re telling me I wasn’t clear?!”

His hands flailed as his words spilled out, frantic, almost hysterical.

Crocodile narrowed his eyes, slightly thrown. Mihawk let out a slow sigh.

“Buggy… we thought your behavior were… distress signals. You changed suddenly. We believed your life was in danger.”

“You’re the danger in my life, damn it!” Buggy burst out, red to the tips of his ears. “You’re so unbelievably stupid you never even considered I was flirting with you?!”

Mihawk’s eyes widened slightly, stunned. Crocodile fell silent, staring pensively at Buggy.

“So… you really have been flirting with us this whole time?” Mihawk asked, dumbfounded.

“OBVIOUSLY!” Buggy snatched up his teddy bear and threw it onto the rug in frustration, then gasped and dove to pick it back up. Hugging it tightly, he growled: “Sorry, Teddy… but they really are idiots!”

A beat of silence. Then, unexpectedly, Crocodile chuckled under his breath. Mihawk sighed again.

“So… in your mind, we’ve been in a relationship for the past two weeks?” Mihawk pressed.

“Of course! And you?!” Buggy demanded.

Crocodile smirked faintly, shrugging. “We thought… we were helping you. Not… dating you.”

Buggy gasped in outrage. “What kind of broken relationship do you two even have if you don’t understand how romance works?!”

Mihawk actually allowed himself a rare, faint smile—awkward, almost embarrassed. “Let’s just say… our couple is a little unconventional.”

“Chaotic, yes,” Crocodile muttered with a sigh.

Buggy rolled his eyes dramatically. “Great. And I was hoping for something stable…”

---

The discussion went on—accusations, explanations, awkward confessions tumbling out. Finally, Buggy’s face flushed crimson as he admitted:

“I’ve never really been in a real relationship, you know. With Shanks, it was just sex. I want… something serious. With you two. I don’t want to be just a toy to spice up your nights.”

This time, both Crocodile and Mihawk froze, visibly moved despite themselves. Mihawk approached, sitting beside him on the bed.

“Buggy… you matter to us. This isn’t a game.”

Crocodile nodded gravely. “We care about you. Truly. You’re not an accessory.”

Buggy lowered his eyes, clutching Teddy tighter against his chest. “Then… can we wait before… you know? I just want to be sure.”

Mihawk placed a steady hand on his shoulder. “Of course. There’s no rush.”

Crocodile’s voice softened. “We want you comfortable, Buggy.”

Buggy inhaled deeply and, for the first time that night, managed a real smile. “Thank you…”

---

Later, the bedroom had transformed. The black sheets had been swapped for softer fabric, candles glowed warmly, filling the space with a golden intimacy. Mihawk and Crocodile, dressed in sleek black silk pajamas, greeted Buggy with rare smiles.

The clown, still in his ridiculous heart-covered pajamas, had never looked so endearing. Sitting between them on the bed, clutching Teddy, he finally felt like he belonged.

They did nothing that night but hold each other. Mihawk on one side, Crocodile on the other, both wrapping Buggy carefully in their strong arms. Their slow breathing filled the quiet room.

Buggy, half-asleep, murmured, “I ended up with two idiots as lovers… but they’re my idiots.”

Crocodile and Mihawk shared one last look over his head, then a small, complicit smile.

And in the flickering candlelight, the clown finally slept in peace—safe, cherished, and loved.

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Mihawk felt Buggy shift slightly in his arms, his fingers instinctively clutching at his shirt. He opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep, and found his companion’s face just beginning to wake. A rare but genuine smile softened his features; he pulled Buggy closer, as if he wanted to trap that fragile moment between night and day.

“Hey… good morning.” His deep voice vibrated low in Buggy’s chest, like a warm note.

Crocodile, already propped up on one elbow, opened his eyes as well. His messy hair fell across his forehead, and he slowly turned his head to look at Buggy, caught between them like a shared treasure.
“Good morning, both of you.”

Buggy blinked, flustered by the double attention. His cheeks flushed red.
“O-oh… good morning!”

Both men watched with amusement as he stretched, arms flailing awkwardly, then rubbed at his eyes like a child. The image drew an uncharacteristically tender smile from Mihawk, whose fingers absentmindedly traced slow circles across his back.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked quietly. “You look full of energy.”

Buggy nodded quickly. Crocodile had already slid a hand into the clown’s unruly hair, twirling a shiny lock around his finger. His gaze softened, almost imperceptibly.
“Very well, thank you… I’m just often energetic in the morning.”

Mihawk’s lips tugged into a faint, rare smile.
“Well, that’s rather cute.”

Crocodile chuckled low, his chest vibrating with the sound.
“Yes, our favorite clown is always lively at dawn.”

Buggy bit his lip, hesitating, then whispered in a tremulous breath:
“It’s because of my hyperactivity… I don’t want people to know. I have trouble concentrating, and I’m restless a lot of the time. I didn’t want to tell you at first… I was afraid you’d make fun of me. But now that we’re together, I guess… it’s okay.”

A soft silence fell, broken only by the rustling of sheets and the distant cries of gulls. Mihawk and Crocodile exchanged a brief glance — not surprised, not judgmental. Just attentive.

“Of course it’s understandable,” Mihawk replied simply. His voice carried no judgment.

Crocodile tightened his fingers in Buggy’s hair, gently massaging his scalp.
“And we’d never laugh at you for that. You have our respect and our support. Understood?”

Buggy swallowed hard, his blue eyes glinting with a mix of relief and shyness.
“Y-yeah… so don’t be alarmed if I fidget, or if I zone out. I’ve got medication to help me, but… if I forget to take it, you can remind me. Bring me back.”

Both men nodded in unison, like a silent promise. Mihawk brushed Buggy’s hand with his fingertips, grounding him.
“Noted. We’ll be there.”

Crocodile, for his part, let his calloused fingers stroke Buggy’s cheek.
“And if you need us to redirect you, just say so.”

Warmth spread through Buggy’s chest as he melted into their arms, overwhelmed by tenderness.

---

In the days that followed, Crocodile quickly noticed Buggy’s restlessness growing sharper. In the mornings, he would see him stand, sit, then stand again, grabbing at anything within reach. His body seemed incapable of stillness.

“Hey… you okay? You’re especially restless today.”

Buggy looked up, his eyes already sparkling with impatience.
“When is Mihawk coming home?”

Crocodile sighed quietly, hiding his exasperation so it wouldn’t sting. He tried to keep his tone calm.
“He said he’d be back in a few days. Be patient.”

Buggy was already fiddling with a compass he’d found on the desk, spinning it between his painted fingers. Crocodile studied him carefully, those sharp eyes spotting the forgotten detail behind the agitation.

He moved closer and leaned down.
“Listen, Buggy. Did you take your treatment today?”

“Hmmm…”

Crocodile’s sigh rumbled like thunder. He placed a firm hand on Buggy’s shoulder.
“Buggy. Look at me. I need you to answer clearly.”

The clown blinked in surprise.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m listening…”

“I’ll ask again: did you take your treatment today?”

Buggy squinted, searching his scattered memory.
“I… don’t remember. And you still won’t tell me exactly when Mihawk’s coming back.”

Crocodile understood. Everything circled back to that anticipation. He softened his voice.
“Two or three days. No more. I promise.”

The effect was immediate. Buggy’s body slackened slightly, as if the precise answer anchored him. Crocodile allowed himself a small smile, squeezing his shoulder warmly.
“See? Just a little more time. Breathe.”

“…Alright.”

---

When Mihawk finally returned, Buggy nearly bolted down the port, bouncing from one foot to the other like a child unable to contain his joy. Words poured out of his mouth in an endless torrent, not even giving Mihawk a chance to set down his bags.

The hawk-eyed man cast Crocodile a look, silently begging for explanation. The other raised an eyebrow and gestured toward Buggy with his chin.

“He forgot his treatment. Now you see?”

That evening, once back in their room, the atmosphere grew calmer. Buggy squeezed a stress ball in his hands, his eyes drifting between Crocodile’s chest and Mihawk’s sleeve. His gestures were constant, but no longer chaotic — almost soothed by their nearness.

He stroked Crocodile’s rings absentmindedly, then Mihawk’s dark sleeve, as if checking they were both really there, within reach. His eyes shone with an unusual calm.

Crocodile and Mihawk exchanged a look. Despite the day’s exasperation, they felt the same thing: a strong, unwavering attachment.

Buggy was exhausting, unpredictable, sometimes difficult to follow. But he was also a light, a tender eccentricity that made their lives less bleak. And whether restless or calm, distracted or focused, they would always love him exactly as he was.

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Buggy suddenly jumped on Crocodile and Mihawk, who were still lying in bed. Both men jolted awake under the unexpected weight and the clown shaking them around.

“It’s my birthday, guys, it’s my birthday… fuck, I’m forty… ugh, let’s just say I’m thirty-five, okay?”

Crocodile groaned as he sat up, his eyelids still heavy with sleep. Mihawk raised an eyebrow at the declaration.
“… It’s way too early for this.”

“You’re definitely forty, Buggy,” Mihawk replied flatly.

“Shut up! I’m thirty-five! And I’ll always be thirty-five! Old man!”

Mihawk sighed heavily as Buggy insisted with bad faith.
“That’s pathetic. You’re forty, period.”

“You’re just jealous because you’re already forty-three and Croco is forty-six… my god, I’m dating grandpas!”

Crocodile growled at the jab, but Buggy kept laughing.
“You’re not young either,” Mihawk shot back, exasperated.

Buggy puffed out his chest theatrically.
“Oh no, I’ll be thirty-five for the rest of my life.”

Both men glared at him. Crocodile shook his head.
“No, you’re definitely forty.”

“You can’t just ignore your age, idiot,” Mihawk added.

“Let me dream,” Buggy muttered.

“Dream all you want, it doesn’t change the truth,” Crocodile concluded.

---

Later, during the banquet, Alvida smirked:
“Oh Buggy, you’re definitely joining the quarantine club with your two old boyfriends!”

Buggy flinched and shot her a murderous glare.
“That’s not true! I’m thirty-five!”

Around them, some burst out laughing. Alvida leaned closer, mocking:
“Midlife crisis!”

“I am NOT having a crisis! You’re all idiots!”

Alvida grinned wider.
“Don’t worry, you’re still hot, Buggy. And if it really bothers you, I’m sure your Crocodile and your Hawky will fuck you so hard tonight you’ll forget you’re already forty.”

Buggy’s cheeks went scarlet. He stammered, avoiding their stares.
“Well, uh… that’s…”

Mihawk, embarrassed as well, shot Alvida a dark look.
“Enough. We got it.”

---

The party raged on, alcohol pouring freely. Buggy, already drunk, stumbled toward his lovers.
“Heeey, guys…” He leaned toward them, grinning crookedly. “So? Are we gonna fuck or what?”

Crocodile and Mihawk froze, stunned.
“Buggy, you’re drunk. Think about what you’re saying,” Crocodile muttered.
“You don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Mihawk added.

Buggy pouted.
“It’s my birthday, you have to do what I say!”

Both men rolled their eyes.
“That’s not how it works,” Crocodile sighed.

Buggy smirked.
“What if I told you I’m hard right now?”

They exchanged a surprised glance. Mihawk swallowed.
“No need to… say it out loud…”

Buggy chuckled darkly.
“I can always find someone else.”

The mood shifted. Crocodile’s hand pressed against the table, firm.
“No need.”

Mihawk sighed.
“Fine. Let’s go.”

---

In Buggy’s colorful room, both men froze. The clown was already naked, sprawled across the gaudy sheets, eyes burning.
“What are you waiting for? Come take care of me.”

Mihawk swallowed hard, unwillingly fascinated. Crocodile smirked and stepped closer. The sheets creaked under their weight as they leaned over him.

Their mouths found him — first his lips, then his chest, moving lower and lower. Buggy moaned, his skin trembling under their kisses. Crocodile pinched his nipples between his rough fingers while Mihawk slid his tongue along Buggy’s hardening cock, making him arch his back.

Buggy’s cries filled the room. His hands tangled in Mihawk’s hair while Crocodile pinned him down against the bed. His thighs spread on their own as Mihawk took him fully into his mouth, sucking greedily.

“Ahhh… fuck…” Buggy gasped, head thrown back.

Crocodile bit at his neck, his fingers sliding down between his thighs, breaching him without warning. Buggy arched, a strangled cry escaping his lips.

“Shit… I’m gonna… cum…”

Mihawk’s grip tightened around his cock as Crocodile’s fingers worked faster, slamming into his prostate. Buggy shattered, climaxing violently into Mihawk’s mouth and hand. But Crocodile didn’t stop, dragging the pleasure out, forcing his body to twitch and spasm.

“Too much… too much…” he panted, trembling.

“You think we’re done?” Crocodile growled. “We’ve barely started.”

Panting, Buggy watched them unbuckle their belts. Their cocks sprang free, hard and gleaming. His eyes widened, torn between excitement and fear.
“I… I’m ready… fuck me…”

Mihawk crushed his lips in a bruising kiss while Crocodile pushed in from behind, stretching him mercilessly. Buggy screamed, half pain, half ecstasy, as they took him together, filling him to the limit.

“Ahhh… fuck… YES!”

The bed creaked, sheets sliding off. Buggy writhed, screamed, begged as they pounded into him. Their muscular bodies caged him, unrelenting. Every thrust sent lightning through his body.

“Harder! Don’t stop!”

His painted skin was streaked with sweat and bite marks, his body trembling under their assault. He came again, violently, spilling across his stomach, but they didn’t let up.

When they finally emptied inside him, filling him to the brim, Buggy collapsed onto the sheets, spent but blissful, a crooked grin on his lips.

“Happy birthday, Buggy,” Crocodile rumbled, voice rough.

“Good boy,” Mihawk added, wiping his mouth.

Buggy laughed weakly, exhausted but glowing.
“Haha… best birthday ever…”

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It had to be said: Crocodile and Mihawk were far above average when it came to bedroom skills. Buggy had been shocked to discover just how talented they were, but he wasn’t about to complain. His sex life had completely changed since being with them. He had discovered a world of pleasures and sensations he had never known before, and he always wanted more. Buggy was fulfilled in his relationship with Crocodile and Mihawk in many ways. They spoiled him with gifts and attention, and he loved it. It was like being treated as a king. And on top of that, they were beasts in bed, something Buggy deeply appreciated. He was genuinely surprised by how good they both were under the sheets.

Crocodile, with his incredible wealth from trade, could buy him anything he desired, which suited Buggy perfectly. Mihawk, meanwhile, would obviously kill anyone who dared lay a finger on him. They were two men willing to do anything to care for him and satisfy him in every possible way.

As he lay there, nestled between Crocodile and Mihawk, a nagging doubt crept into Buggy’s mind. He wondered what he gave Crocodile and Mihawk in return. He knew they were generous, loving, and protective, but what did he offer them back? Did his presence really bring them joy and satisfaction, or were they simply indulging him out of obligation? He hated the idea of being a burden, or of not living up to their feelings. Buggy had always been used to being independent; he wasn’t used to being pampered.

Buggy wanted to show Crocodile and Mihawk that he loved them too, that it wasn’t one-sided. He wanted to prove that he could care for them, spoil them in turn. He decided he’d bring it up once the others woke. But when he noticed he was alone in the room, he groaned in irritation. Slowly he sat up, realizing Crocodile and Mihawk had left without him noticing, too wrapped up in his own thoughts.

---

Eventually, Buggy came up with an idea to prove his worth to Crocodile and Mihawk—to show them just how grateful and in love he truly was.

“Croccy! Hawky! I have to step out for a while. I’m counting on you to take care of my crew and our hideout.”

Crocodile and Mihawk looked up at him, surprised by the sudden declaration. They exchanged a curious glance before turning back.

“And where exactly are you going?” Crocodile asked.

“That’s a secret.”

Crocodile arched a brow, clearly suspicious. Mihawk crossed his arms, fixing the clown with a probing stare.

“A secret, huh? And how long do you plan to disappear?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I promise you’ll be happy when I come back.”

The two men traded another look. Their doubts were obvious, but Buggy wasn’t going to budge.

“You’re making us a little nervous, Buggy. Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mihawk asked, a trace of worry in his tone.

“Of course! I’ll take Galdino and Alvida with me.”

Crocodile frowned at the mention of those names. He knew how troublesome the two could be—especially together.

“Galdino and Alvida? Do you really think they’ll be able to handle this?”

“Don’t worry! We’ve got this.”

Crocodile sighed heavily, masking his frustration. Mihawk stayed silent, but his expression betrayed his concern.

“Alright, fine. We trust you. But come back soon.”

“Obviously!!”

---

Buggy, Alvida, and Galdino boarded a ship, singing loudly and completely drunk. Buggy, especially wasted, stood on a barrel and belted out lewd songs at the top of his lungs.

“Alvida! Galdino! My friends, this mission is to help me find alliances for Croccy and Hawky. I want them to propose to me!”

Alvida and Galdino gasped in unison at Buggy’s confession. They both cheered, happy for him and eager to help.

“Wow, Buggy, that’s so romantic!” Alvida squealed.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s super adorable!” Galdino agreed.

“That’s right! I’m counting on you two.”

They nodded enthusiastically, determined to help him on his engagement quest.

---

After a short trip, their ship docked at an island famous for its jewels and riches. The trio hurried off, eager to find the perfect rings for Crocodile and Mihawk. They dove into the markets and jewelry shops. At first, Alvida kept them on track, reminding them of their mission. But soon she caved to temptation—buying jewelry and flashy clothes left and right. In the end, she dumped all her shopping bags onto Buggy and Galdino, laughing while they groaned under the weight.

At the hotel, they fooled around like kids, later heading out to drink and take ridiculous photos: Galdino posing proudly with his den-den mushi, Alvida laughing her head off, Buggy pulling faces in every shot.

Somewhere along the way, they forgot their original goal: buying the rings.

---

While Buggy was dancing with Alvida and Galdino, a call came in from Crocodile and Mihawk. Grinning, he answered over the music:
“Hello!”

“Buggy, is that you? We can barely hear you,” Crocodile’s gravelly voice growled. Mihawk chuckled in the background.

“Ah yeah? Sorry, I’m at a bar,” Buggy admitted, stepping outside.

“A bar, huh? And why exactly are you in a bar?” Mihawk drawled, amused.

Buggy froze, suddenly remembering his secret mission.
“Ah… right, why are we here? Shit!”

Just then, Alvida shouted drunkenly:
“Hey, Buggy, you coward! Who are you talking to? You missed Galdino puking all over some guy—it was hilarious!”

Buggy clenched his jaw, trying to focus on the call.
“Shhh, I’m on the phone!”

But Alvida grabbed the den-den mushi and yelled:
“Who is it? Some slut, I bet! Hey, I can do better than that bitch, Buggy—my tongue’s a goddess!”

Silence on the other end. Crocodile’s voice finally exploded, trembling with fury.
“WHAT?! WHO THE HELL SAID THAT?!”

Mihawk cleared his throat, barely containing his irritation.

Buggy and Galdino shared a guilty look—they really should have warned Alvida.

“I love you… bye,” Buggy blurted, hanging up quickly.

Mihawk and Crocodile stared at the silent snail.
“He hung up on us,” Mihawk muttered darkly.
“And Alvida sounded drunk out of her mind. What a mess,” Crocodile growled.

Buggy burned with shame. They’d been on the island for days and still hadn’t found the rings.

---

With hangovers of the century, Buggy, Alvida, and Galdino finally dragged themselves out to look for rings. They shuffled along, complaining endlessly about their pounding heads.

Buggy tried to rally them:
“Alright, alright. We’re here to find rings for Hawky and Croccy. Complaining won’t get us anywhere.”

After hours of exhausting searching, Buggy finally found the perfect rings. He had made sure to note their sizes before leaving, and he sighed in relief at having succeeded.

---

The trip back was hell. Alvida had bought even more, forcing Buggy and Galdino to haul piles of bags. Worse, she demanded unnecessary stops on different islands, driving them crazy.

At last, after what felt like forever, they returned to base. Buggy and Galdino nearly kissed the ground in relief—only for Alvida to bark orders at them to haul all her luggage to her room.

On the docks, Crocodile and Mihawk approached, raising brows at the mountain of bags.

“Are all those really yours? And you expect us to carry them?” Mihawk asked coolly.

“You’re an adult, Alvida,” Crocodile added. “You should be able to manage your own belongings instead of dumping them on Buggy and Galdino.”

The two underlings froze, caught between three storms. Buggy tried to diffuse the tension:
“Okay, okay, we’ll take them. Just hand them over.”

But Alvida smirked, pointing a manicured nail at Mihawk and Crocodile.
“I want them to carry them too.”

Both men’s expressions soured. Mihawk clicked his tongue.
“Do you really think we’re your servants?”

“Of course! I’m Alvida, the most beautiful woman on the seas. Now hurry up.”

Crocodile rolled his eyes.
“Arrogant as ever…”

Eventually, they all ended up carrying her bags to her room, while she sat filing her nails and shouting where to put everything.

When they finally escaped, Mihawk and Crocodile looked visibly relieved. Buggy and Galdino almost bolted.

“Never again… that woman’s worse than a demon,” Buggy muttered.

“She’s no friend, she’s a witch. She even got Croccy and Hawky to obey her!”

The two shuddered at the memory.

---

Finally free, Buggy collapsed onto a couch, exhausted. He pulled out the rings he had bought and smiled, imagining Crocodile’s and Mihawk’s faces when he gave them the gifts. He just hoped they’d be happy with his choices. And if not… well, he’d kill them himself.

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Buggy had been pacing in front of the mirror for hours, rehearsing the perfect words for his proposal to Crocodile and Mihawk. He repeated his approach, the way he would kneel, even how he would smile. He wanted everything to be flawless. Yet no matter how many times he practiced, stress kept gnawing at him.

When the day of the proposal finally arrived, Buggy made sure every detail was in place. The rings were tucked safely in his pocket, his outfit carefully chosen. His heart raced with a mix of terror and excitement. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the restaurant where Crocodile and Mihawk were already waiting.

“H-Hey, I’m here. Sorry I’m late,” he stammered.

Both men looked up at him, eyebrows raised at his oddly nervous demeanor.

“Took you long enough,” Crocodile said with a smirk.

“Something wrong, Buggy? You look tense,” Mihawk asked, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

“O-oh, it’s nothing. Just tired,” Buggy lied, waving a hand dismissively.

Mihawk hummed, unconvinced. Crocodile didn’t press him, though he looked faintly puzzled.

“Well, if you say so. Shall we order?”

“Yes. The menu looks rather promising,” Mihawk agreed.

Buggy sat down and tried to focus on the menu instead of his pounding heart. Crocodile was the first to comment.

“Oh, they have Wagyu beef. That looks excellent.”

“I’ll take the lobster,” Mihawk said, calm as ever.

Buggy grimaced at the thought of how much that would cost. Could his purse even handle this?

“Uh… I guess I’ll just have a burger and fries.”

Mihawk’s gaze snapped to him, incredulous.
“You can’t order a burger and fries in a place like this, you idiot.”

Crocodile chuckled, agreeing with Mihawk.
“Yeah, Buggy. Pick something more refined.”

Buggy’s face twisted at their response.
“Fine. But I don’t want to waste money on something I won’t even like. A burger and fries are safe.”

Crocodile shrugged.
“Maybe his tastes just aren’t sophisticated.”

Mihawk smirked.
“Or maybe he just doesn’t understand the point of eating here.”

“Assholes…” Buggy muttered under his breath.

---

The meal went by with small talk, Buggy trying to hide his nerves. When the plates were cleared, he decided it was finally time. He cleared his throat… but just then, Crocodile and Mihawk stood up to pay.

“W-wait, wait! I was supposed to—” Buggy rushed after them, but it was too late. Crocodile had already settled the bill.

Buggy forced a smile, though inside he was cursing himself.
“Oh, uh… thanks, Croccy.”

“My pleasure,” Crocodile replied casually.

They left the restaurant together, the sun beginning to set in warm hues.

“The weather’s perfect,” Mihawk noted.

“It’s a beautiful evening for a walk,” Crocodile added.

“Yeah… hey, I know a place a few blocks away. Want to check it out?” Buggy asked hopefully.

The two men exchanged a look, then nodded. They followed Buggy through the streets.

---

The path was lined with red and pink flowers, romantic decorations glowing under the dusk light. Buggy’s chest swelled with anticipation—this was the moment. He was ready to kneel, to pull out the rings.

But before he could act, Mihawk suddenly handed him a bouquet of black roses. Buggy froze, baffled.

“Uh… thanks, Mihawk. But… why black roses?”

“I like the color,” Mihawk replied simply.

Buggy blinked. That was it? Just… because he liked the color? His carefully planned scene crumbled in his head. He forced a weak smile.
“O-okay. You like black, so… black roses. Got it.”

---

As they continued, Buggy remembered the forest he had scouted earlier. “There’s a really nice spot in the woods nearby. Want to see it?”

“Sounds interesting,” Crocodile said.

“It could be a decent distraction,” Mihawk agreed.

But before they got far, rain suddenly poured down. Crocodile snarled in frustration, cursing the water that nullified his Devil Fruit powers. The three hurried back to the hotel, Crocodile muttering darkly the whole way.

---

At the hotel, Buggy suggested they take a bath and relax before heading to the casino. He promised he had something fun prepared.

Inside the casino, Buggy tried to impress them: the best wine for Mihawk, a fine whiskey for Crocodile. Except the wine was out of stock. Mihawk’s frown deepened, his mood souring.

Thinking quickly, Buggy improvised. He ordered a fruity cocktail decorated with miniature swords. Mihawk, sword fanatic that he was, actually accepted the drink thanks to the little blades glittering at the rim. Buggy sighed in relief.

The evening smoothed out. Buggy won a few games, cracked jokes, and lavished his lovers with compliments. Finally, he brought them to the roulette wheel. Using a little intimidation he’d learned from Crocodile, he “arranged” for the jackpot to hit at just the right time.

As the machine erupted in coins and lights, Buggy seized the moment. He dropped to one knee, pulling out the two boxes. His voice trembled but rang clear:

“Croccy, my darling… Mihawk, my hawk-eyed prince… I love you with all my heart. Thank you for loving me, for caring for me, for spoiling me. But tonight, let me do something for you. To show you how serious I am. Will you marry me?!”

The casino seemed to go silent. Buggy’s hands shook as he held the rings out, eyes darting between them. Panic gnawed at him when they didn’t answer right away.

Then Mihawk finally spoke.
“Of course we will, Buggy.”

“Yes,” Crocodile added, his deep voice softer than usual. “We want to spend our lives with you.”

Buggy’s eyes widened. A smile burst across his face, tears pricking at the corners.
“Thank you, thank you! You said yes!”

With trembling hands, he slid the rings onto their fingers. Blue, red, green—the gemstones gleamed against their skin, perfectly matched. Buggy couldn’t stop grinning.

“They look perfect on you,” he whispered.

Mihawk leaned closer, his voice low and sensual.
“Maybe we should continue this celebration in the room.”

Crocodile smirked, desire thick in his tone.
“I think it’s time we show him exactly how grateful we are.”

Buggy’s cheeks burned, his heart pounding. A mischievous grin spread across his face.
“Then let’s not waste another second. To the room, my loves.”

---

Buggy moaned softly as Crocodile’s and Mihawk’s lips took turns on his own, their tongues sliding against his. The three of them were already naked on the massive bed, skin against skin, heat mingling. Hands roamed everywhere—Crocodile’s calloused fingers and Mihawk’s precise touch exploring Buggy’s trembling body, teasing him until his breath came in ragged gasps.

Mihawk let out a low sigh as Buggy’s fingers traced over his chest, sliding down until they wrapped around his cock. Mihawk’s body tensed, his lips parting as Buggy stroked him slowly, eyes locked with his in a sensual smile. Crocodile, lounging beside them, watched intently, his own erection hardening at the sight.

Mihawk groaned when Buggy leaned down and took him into his mouth. Heat enveloped his cock, Buggy’s tongue swirling eagerly as he sucked him down. His back arched, pleasure shooting through him, while Crocodile leaned over, his hook and fingers teasing Mihawk’s nipples, his lips brushing along his neck, biting and nipping.

The swordsman’s composure cracked, muffled moans escaping his throat. Crocodile’s golden eyes glittered as he watched Mihawk unravel—especially when Buggy slid a hand back, presenting three fingers to Crocodile. With a smirk, Crocodile took them into his mouth, sucking them wet, his eyes never leaving Mihawk.

Buggy pulled his fingers free, now slick, and trailed them down Mihawk’s body. He stroked the swordsman’s cock one last time before sliding lower, circling that tight entrance with deliberate care. Mihawk shuddered, letting out a low, needy sound as Buggy pushed a finger inside, then another, stretching him gently.

When Crocodile moved closer, Mihawk opened his lips without hesitation, welcoming the massive thickness of his cock. Crocodile slid in, groaning low in his throat as Mihawk’s mouth closed around him, tongue working eagerly despite the overwhelming stretch. Meanwhile, Buggy pressed deeper with his fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside that made Mihawk jolt and moan around Crocodile’s length.

Pinned between them, Mihawk’s control frayed. Buggy’s fingers thrust steadily against his prostate, Crocodile fucking his mouth with steady power. Mihawk’s cock was throbbing, neglected and leaking, making him squirm with desperate frustration. He whimpered, eyes blazing with need, silently begging for more.

Buggy finally pulled his fingers out, earning a muffled groan of disappointment. He gave Mihawk’s flushed cock a hungry look before leaning down and taking it back into his mouth, swallowing him deep. Mihawk gasped in relief, his hand tangling in Buggy’s hair as he bucked into that hot, wet heat.

But then Crocodile withdrew from his mouth too, leaving Mihawk panting and dripping with spit. His body trembled, caught between relief and torment, as both men left him aching and needy. His glare was molten with lust and impatience.

That look was all it took. Crocodile shifted, positioning himself between Mihawk’s legs. Slowly, he pushed inside, his thick cock stretching Mihawk inch by inch until the swordsman arched his back, groaning at the overwhelming fullness. His body opened to him, shivering as Crocodile began to move, each thrust deliberate, controlled.

Buggy wasn’t about to be left out. He grabbed a fistful of Mihawk’s dark hair and pulled his head back, slipping his own cock between Mihawk’s parted lips. Mihawk welcomed him greedily, sucking him down while Crocodile fucked into him from below.

They moved in tandem—Crocodile driving into his ass, Buggy thrusting into his mouth. Mihawk was caught between them, pleasure exploding through his body, every nerve lit aflame. His moans were muffled around Buggy’s cock, his eyes fluttering shut as the dual assault broke his control.

The pace quickened, both men pounding into him harder. Mihawk’s body trembled violently, the pleasure too much, his cock throbbing painfully with neglect. Then it hit—his orgasm tore through him, cum spilling hot across his stomach as his body arched, convulsing.

Buggy groaned, spilling down Mihawk’s throat as he swallowed greedily, desperate to taste every drop. Crocodile grunted, gripping Mihawk’s hips tight as he slammed deep one last time and came hard inside him, filling him until it dripped out. Mihawk shuddered, overwhelmed, utterly wrecked, but blissed beyond thought.

---

Crocodile’s eyes shut tight, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as Buggy sucked him with raw hunger. His broad palms pressed against the slick shower wall, knuckles white as he tried to keep control, but the clown’s eager mouth was relentless. Hot water cascaded over his scarred body, mixing with the beads of sweat that clung to his skin.

A sharp gasp escaped him when Mihawk’s fingers slid inside, slow but firm, stretching him with practiced precision. Crocodile’s breath quickened, his chest heaving as those skilled fingers pushed deeper, brushing that spot inside that made his entire body twitch with pleasure.

“Fuck…” Crocodile hissed, head tipping back against the tiles.

Mihawk withdrew his fingers after a final thrust, his golden eyes burning with focus. He shifted closer, his cock heavy and hard as it pressed against Crocodile’s stretched entrance. With one steady push, he sank inside, filling him inch by inch. Crocodile groaned, voice low and rough, his body clenching around Mihawk’s thick length as it slid deep.

Buggy didn’t pause for a second. He licked and sucked greedily at Crocodile’s cock, his lips tight, his tongue swirling along every vein. The mix of Mihawk stretching him from behind and Buggy devouring him from the front made Crocodile’s body quake.

Mihawk set a rhythm, thrusts strong and unrelenting, driving Crocodile against the wall with each roll of his hips. Crocodile’s hand slammed against the tile, his jaw tight, curses spilling from between his teeth as Mihawk fucked him harder.

Buggy moaned around his cock, sucking faster, deeper, feeling Crocodile pulse against his tongue. The clown’s hand squeezed at the base while his lips worked the tip, the combined assault pushing Crocodile closer to the edge.

Water streamed down their bodies, mingling with spit and precum, the air thick with the sound of wet skin and muffled groans. Mihawk’s thrusts grew harsher, his chest pressing flush to Crocodile’s back, his breath hot against the man’s ear.

Crocodile’s whole body tensed, trembling violently as his climax tore through him. He let out a raw, guttural cry, thick ropes of cum spilling into Buggy’s eager mouth. The clown swallowed greedily, pulling back with a wicked grin and licking his lips clean.

Mihawk groaned as Crocodile’s body tightened around him, the wet heat milking his cock. His thrusts grew ragged until he buried himself deep, spilling inside with a sharp gasp. Crocodile sagged against the wall, cum and water dripping down his thighs, his body trembling with the aftershocks.

Buggy stood up slowly, satisfaction written across his flushed face as he watched both his lovers unravel. Mihawk pulled out carefully, a warm trail of seed slipping free, mixing with the water running down Crocodile’s thighs. The three of them leaned against each other in the steamy shower, spent but buzzing with raw pleasure.

---

After the shower, the three men were completely drained, their bodies heavy with satisfaction. They dried off slowly, moving lazily, stealing a few more kisses as they dressed.

Later, in the dim glow of the hotel room, they collapsed together onto the massive bed. Buggy lay in the middle, nestled between Crocodile and Mihawk, their strong bodies pressed close against his. The warmth of their skin, the steady rhythm of their breathing, wrapped around him like a protective cocoon.

Each of them wore matching pajamas in their own colors—Buggy in blue, Crocodile in deep green, Mihawk in golden yellow. It was ridiculous, and yet somehow perfect. Buggy clutched his clown-shaped teddy bear to his chest, a wide, sleepy smile on his face.

For once, the clown felt no need to hide behind jokes or bravado. In that quiet moment, he felt safe. Loved. Completely theirs.

His eyelids grew heavy as Crocodile’s arm tightened around his waist and Mihawk shifted closer, their presence grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.

“Together…” Buggy mumbled drowsily, his voice muffled against the pillow. “Forever.”

Neither Crocodile nor Mihawk answered with words, but the way they held him—firm, unyielding, protective—was enough. Buggy drifted into sleep, heart at peace, knowing he’d never again have to face the world alone.

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