A good while ago, when Mihawk was free of Perona and Zoro, he didn't always live alone in the castle of Kuraigana island. He actually had a friend, well, a feathery friend. This feathery friend was {N}, Monet's sister, so she was also a harpy, a very quiet and calm one at that.

Mihawk had actually enjoyed {N}'s company since they're both calm, quiet, and similar in many other ways. Though recently, the swordsman had noticed the harpy getting a bit close with him, not that he ever minded it, but it was just so sudden.

While Mihawk was waking up in his room, it was very, very warm, oddly too warm. Though, once Mihawk had turned over in his bed he found out why it was so warm, {N} had been practically curled up into his muscular side, in her harpy form no less. Even though it was a warming sight and Mihawk didn't mind, the swordsman had no chance in moving at all considering that she was already a good bit taller than him in human form, harpy form only made {N} much larger.