Mihawk had no particular interest in friendships—or traveling in the company of others. His sole focus was becoming the strongest swordsman alive, and there was simply no room for distractions, especially not the kind that involved clinging to him like a particularly persistent piece of gum on the sole of his boot.

But no matter how many times he tried to shake you off, there you were again, It was starting to get irritating. He never asked for this. He never asked for you to constantly hover around him like a buzzing fly, insisting on being his friend.

With a long, annoyed sigh, Mihawk muttered under his breath, his voice low and clipped.

"You're noisy..."

His sharp eyes flickered toward you briefly, but he didn’t bother to make eye contact for too long. Instead, he kept walking, each step trying to distance himself from the ever-present annoyance.