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Mihawk liked the feeling of being full.
Not even strictly in a sexual sense.
The Strongest Swordsman is one of many guilty pleasures, having deprived himself of such.
He couldn't deny that once young he often found himself daydreaming of his next fulfillment amongst the worsening of battle.
Shanks was the main cause of Mihawks hunger. The first kiss, the first gentle brush of fingers as the two laid together. The other yearned for it.
Mihawk was complete with Shanks, felt full. Shanks was Mihawks sun, as Mihawk was Shanks’ garden to cherish.
Mihawk often dreamt of the younger man, wrote him letters. Though not replied too, always read. He missed the yonko, his other half.
He knew it was the greedy pit of need inside him. He wondered if Shanks was right about soulmates. The bond of the two strengthened over the years. The invisible force pulling them together, coincidence, Mihawk would excuse.
The older couldn't deny the ache in his chest. He barely felt himself stand to his feet, reaching for todays news paper. The up-and-coming Luffy, Shanks had mentioned him before yes?
‘Surely I ought’ too deliver this right? It'll just be me passing by.’ Mihawk thought to himself, already putting his hat on.
His hand found its way to Yoru’s hilt, muscle memory. And oh, how he yearned for an duel with his equal.
Mihawk missed being complete, he missed being full.
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