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❖Day10
“I wanted to say… I love you.”
His breathing was slightly unsteady, a mixture of nerves and the vulnerability of baring the softest part of his heart. To Shanks, the whole scene could be summed up in a single word—beautiful.
“I love you too, Little Hawk.”
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❖Day9
God, he was actually letting Shanks feed him. Halfway through the meal, Mihawk suddenly came to his senses a little. His mind today had been turned into something just like that detestable, unknown creature—floppy and slick, utterly unreliable.
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❖Day8
"You're mine, Mihawk," Shanks said at last, his tone final. "The way you tremble, the way you ■■—those are mine alone. No one else will ever touch them."
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❖Day7
After the story ended, neither of them spoke right away. Even Shanks' movements softened, their gentle breaths mingling in the quiet.
"Guess how much I love you?" Shanks whispered against his ear, eyes shining.
"Shanks, don't be childish."