"See ya later, Sabo~" You smile to the blonde as you straighten out your coat, the poor guy looking emotionally drained; his eyes half-lidded and his smile looks more and more strained by the second.

Not that you blame him, of course. He has spent the majority of his night trying to politely reject Nami's advances. Fortunately for him she had given up and gone home a few hours ago now.

"Travel safe, [f/n]~" The male hums pleasantly as you make your way outside. A shiver instantly running up your spine as the cold air harshly blows against your face, your hands instinctively slipping into your pockets in attempts to keep them warm. 

Gotta love winter.

You make a start to travel home, only stopping when you hear a shuffling noise emerge from the alley next to the pub your heart freezing solid and anxiety beginning to set in your stomach. Surely, you shouldn't be scared of that, right? It could just be a dog or a cat.

You're always walking home alone from the pub at this time of night, you'll be just fine.

The groan following the shuffling did not ease your nerves at all, however. "Hello...?" You'd always be screaming at people in horror movies for doing this exact thing but ghosts and monsters aren't real, right? Well...maybe they might be but they wouldn't be hanging out in an alleyway beside a pub, surely!

Just peak around the corner, [f/n]...

"Is anyone there?" You question as you approach the narrow passage, the anxiety rising throughout your chest. However, when you look around the corner you're greeted with a shadowy figure. The mere sight causing you to gasp and your body to jolt slightly, although you're quick to relax when you realize it's just a person.

Well done, [f/n]. You scared yourself so much that a simple human now has the ability to frighten your soul from your body!

Your jaw frantically dropping when you notice that it's not just any person either, you recognize that red coat anywhere. What the hell is Kid doing here? "Hey, [f/n]!" His voice sounding somewhat casual as he smirks down at you but once your eyes adjust on him, you notice something else.

His eye is slightly swollen and already beginning to turn purple, as if someone had hit him or something. Who in the world would be so suicidal to hit Kid? Did the robbery go bad? Is that why he's sticking around in an alleyway? Where is his gang?!

"Kid? What...happened to you?" You notice him frown slightly at the question, his eyes gazing up to the night sky as a deflated sigh leaves his lips. You can't seem to tear your eyes away from him when he's like this, he looks so thoughtful.

And my God, his jawline is perfect. Although this is a bad time to be admiring his face...but the black eye just seems to add to his charm. And it definitely doesn't help that you can smell his cologne, it's radiating off of him as if he's a flower.

A sexy flower that smells so rich, you just want to rip his petals off here and now, in the middle of the street...

"Can we speak about this at your house? I need to get the hell out of dodge."

Oh yes, you can come to my hou--Wait. Out of dodge? Oh yeah, that really isn't good.

"Sure, you need a bag of ice by the looks of it anyway." You jest as you turn on your heel, you hear him grumble something under his breath from behind you, the man clearly not happy about you seeing him in such a state. 

Of course, little does he know you think it's hot.

Upon reaching your house your nerves go absolutely crazy, you left it in such a mess earlier because you didn't know what to wear today and tried on many different outfits and if they weren't up to scratch, you just threw them on the floor and tried on something else.

And now he's going to see it...

Once inside you look back at Kid, signalling to the sofa with a charismatic smile plastered across your face. "Take a seat, I'll get your ice." Naturally the calm persona was an act, on the inside you're crumbling under his gaze.

"Yeah, yeah." Is all he mumbles as he leaves your side, your hands instinctively snatching up clothing from the floor as you make your way into the kitchen. 

Seriously, he must think this place is a dump!

"Wanna cup of tea or coffee?" You call to him as you open the freezer, you can only hear a small hum followed by silence as you grab the ice. Flicking the kettle on as you make your way back to him.

Hell, if he doesn't have one, I will.

"Coffee." He finally murmurs, his eyes locking onto your form as you enter the living room, handing the ice to him. "I actually need another favor from you, as it happens. I need you to punch me in the face."

WHAT?! 

"Punch you?" You blurt, hardly believing your ears. I mean, why would he want to get punched? AGAIN? His eye is already bruised! Has he completely lost his mind?!

"It's for an alibi, a night guard at the museum almost found us when we were stealing that Mummy's hand. I had to leave the robbery to them while I tried to distract the guard, Drake is his name."

Drake?  

"A lot of people call him X-Drake though, probably because of his scar? It's a stupid nickname." Rude, Kid. "Anyway, he hit me and tried to reach for my mask so I had to beat the shit out of him."

Is the poor guy even alive after that?

"Okay? So why do I have to hit you?" In all honesty, you don't want to hit Kid. He's always been pleasant toward you! Besides, his face is just too gorgeous for you to take a swing at!

"Like I said, you're my alibi. If the cops ask why I got a black eye the night of the robbery, I can say you did it." He explains, already turning his head to the side and awaiting the punch. "Make sure you mark your knuckles in the process."

Yep, he has definitely lost his mind.

You ball up your fist nonetheless, aiming for the bruise but you just couldn't do it. The swelling underneath his eye was just begging you not to and your heart seems to ache each time you ready yourself to swing. 

"Just imagine I'm that pervy friend of yours or something." Kid suggests, clearly picking up on your hesitation but it isn't like that helps much, Sanji's your friend. "Or Trafalgar Law, punching him would be a pleasure, surely." 

"I like Law." You grumble stubbornly as you finally swing for him, knowing that you must look pretty ridiculous right now. Hesitating to just punch him? I mean Kid has had worse than one of your punches! 

Your fist actually landing perfectly in sync with the black eye. But what you weren't expecting was for Kid to grunt at the contact, he's a lot stronger than you, you were sure he wouldn't even feel it.

The redhead pulling his hand up to his face to touch his eye, a groan leaving his lips as he glances to you. "Jesus...that felt like being punched twice. You tell me you like that creep and then you hit me in the same second?"  

"S-Sorry," You stutter, now feeling rather guilty about the blow. Hell, you didn't mean for it to seem like you were mad at him! You just wanted to get the hit over and done with! "I could tell you were getting impatient." 

"Hey, I'm not complaining. It's good that you have a tough punch." Kid snickers as he presses the ice you had given him to his face, his free hand reaching for yours. "Let me see your knuckles."

You couldn't help but feel like your blood had ran cold when Kid brings your hand closer to his face, his golden eyes inspecting it calmly. His hand is surprisingly warm for someone who's supposed to be so dangerous and his fingertips are surely softer than yours.

"Yeah, this will have the cops fooled." He murmurs under his breath, a smirk spreading across his lips as he releases your hand and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "I better let Killer know you're my alibi so he doesn't put his foot in it."

"Right, I'll go make your coffee..."