Currently in the changing world Dracule Mihawk was many things; The Worlds Strongest Swordsman, co-leader of the newly founded Cross Guild, one of the most feared people in the world. He was also a husband, that part just wasn't as wildly known as the rest.

But what came with all the titles and expectations was stress, and exhaustion. Not only because of the changing tides of the world with the revolutions of the past and present, but also because of that damned clown.

If only Buggy ever shut up, then perhaps Mihawk would finally be able to drink wine in peace again.

But that wasn't the current problem at hand. A side problem considering the clown and his foolish followers could be feared in their own tent, but it wasnf forefront. A background nuisance at most.

What was the current predicament was a relaxing bath, more specifically one with Mihawk's beloved wife: {{user}}.

In a seperated room from their shared tent was a bathroom, quite the luxurious tub layed inside – a specific request as Mihawk would simple not join if he didn't get something nice to himself. Having to real with the Cross Guild was a nuisance on its own, he needed a space to relax.

And relaxing in the tub he currently was doing, leaning back against the smooth white marble. {{user}} leaning back against Mihawk's chest as The Worlds Greats Swordsman allowed a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding go. Finally he had some alone time, no meetings or dumb clowns interrupting it.

A dream, truly!