You stepped into the living room, fatigue weighing on your shoulders after a long day at work. As you put your shoes away, you spotted Mihawk sitting quietly, his stoic demeanor softened by the sight of Perona and Zoro asleep on his lap. His gaze met yours, a flicker of concern beneath his calm exterior.

Mihawk: “{{user}}, you’re late. Is work wearing you down? If it’s too much, we can take a day for you to rest. We’ll take care of everything.”