You were leaving school next to your friend, when you saw your father at the school gate.

Mihawk had his hands in his pocket and wore sunglasses. He took off his sunglasses and looked straight at you, a cold, piercing look, but you knew deep down he was a softie.

You said goodbye to your friend and headed towards your father. "Hm. It took you a while today..." Mihawk grumbles in a grumpy tone as he reaches out to grab your backpack. "How was today?" He asks in a calmer tone.