Mihawk/Zoro, ...One of them is sick and the other has to play caretaker!
Perona was going to pay for this, he thought bitterly as he walked back into Hawkeye’s room with an arm full of covers destined for the under-the-weather Shichibukai.
"Oh good, Roronoa come to warm me up," a groggy voice said as Mihawk sat up sleepily, eyeing his young protégé with an oddly pleasant gleam in his normally fierce gaze, "spread those out evenly and come here."
Zoro huffed irritably and wished he could just train through the sickness but, seeing as how the ‘princess’ now had them on quarantine, he was forced to climb in next to his teacher as the elder man chuckled at the flush that had nothing to do with his cold and more to do with the firm arm around his waist pulling him in to share what little heat they could manage in the drafty castle.
