#no 10

In all honestly, you were tired, your vision was still blurry. Numbness encased your body, you didn't know rain currently fell from the sky until it began hitting against the umbrella, and despite the cold, your torso felt flames burning inside. Obviously, your brain isn't functioning, so if you asked if the man before you is trustworthy, you'd get static.

With few options, because you couldn't make any in your foggy mind, you lift your hand to take his. He pulled your ragdoll body up and gently set your arm over his shoulder while his arm held your waist.

"Can you walk?" He inquired, glancing at you.

"I can't feel my legs," you said, demonstrating by attempting to take a step forward only for your leg to lose balance. You wished these pins and needles would go away.

"Ah, this won't do. Hold this." He handed you the umbrella, and though you tried telling him you wouldn't be able to hold it up, once you had it in your hand, he swifty picked you up bridal style and began carrying you down the stone pathway. "I do hope you don't mind me carrying you, not to worry, my manor isn't far."

"Thank you..."

"It's no trouble, really."

You adjusted the hold of the umbrella, since your hands were now resting on your stomach, the task no longer felt like a strain for your body. Warmth from the man started erasing the numbness that had encased your body and slowly your senses returned to you. Raindrops brought a peaceful atmosphere, and for once, you felt safe.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up washed ashore on my island?"

"I was running from someone..." You gazed down, already uncomfortable from the resurfacing memories.

"I see," he said, taking note of how your mood shifted.

Whoever you were running from must've been bad enough to drive you out to sea in the Grand Line. From the lack of log pose and the rope burns on your hands, you probably got caught in a storm, and with no knowledge of being a sailor or knowing the chaos of the Grand Line waters, your ship sank and you ended up stranded here. You might have some other injuries that need to be taken care of, and you must be hungry-

"Hey..." You brought Mihawk out of his thoughts. "What's your name?"

"Dracule Mihawk."

"I never heard of such a name before," you said, turning your head to glance at him. "It sounds beautiful...Mihawk"

He hummed at your words, sparing you a glance. "Do you have a name?"

"[Y/n]."

"[Y/n]... it's an elegant name you have."

"I think this umbrella might have a hole..." you muttered, a small smile creeping on your lips.

"Hm? Why do you assume so?" Mihawk tilted his head at you.

"Because if I'm...happy now, why else would there be water in my eyes?"