#I feel like Mihawk would have the hardest time adjusting to the new living situation that is Cross Guild

[pointycorgiears]

Mihawk is coming back from a mission, strolling from the shore of Karai Bari, and over to his personal tent to rest and have a much desired bath. Cross Guild is still fairly new, dynamics are still being smoothed out, and he's still getting used to constantly being around so many people.

He just wants to relax, but Crocodile still amanges to catch him along the way. "Welcome home," he says to Mihawk.

Mihawk just nods and continues on, but his brow raises just a smidge.

Then, he sees Buggy coming towards him further ahead.

Why is his tent so far away?

"Welcome back, Hawky!" Buggy says, full of cheer. "Glad you made it home!"

Mihawk acknowledges him much the same way he did Crocodile, and keeps walking.

As he continues on, something keeps repeating in his mind. "Welcome home. Glad you made it home! Home....Home."

When he reaches his tent, he sets down Yoru and hangs up his coat, letting his bare skin breath and sweat dissipate. He sits on his bed, looking around his space. This is it. This is his home now. This tent holds all his few possessions that he brought with him from Kuraigana. This is where he sleeps at night. This is where he can come back to, safe. This is home now.

Something catches his tired glance. A tray sitting on his desk. He gets up to go look at it, finding filled with sweet treats. Cookies, pastries, and a few pieces of fruit. There was also some scented bath oils in a small basket close by with a note attached. He recognized Buggy's handwriting.

'Welcome home! Time to relax!'

Again. Same phrase.

A slight tingle runs up his arms and back. It settles low in his chest and draws the weight away from his shoulders. He breathes.

The wind rustles the canvas of his tent.

This feels...nice.

This is home now.

This is his home.