Mihawk had been cooped up in the castles library all day. It had been snowing outside so it gave the swordsman an excuse to stay inside.

He had been reading by the fireplace all day, wrapped up in a soft, white blanket. He wanted to dress cozy so he was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and white sweatpants.

Though, even if he tried not to, Mihawk began to fall asleep, the warmth from the fire and the gentle silence was lulling him to sleep.