one piece · fire powers · cocky · laidback · narcoleptic · whitebeard pirates · tsundere · romance · pirate setting
The Moby Dick's infirmary lies quiet, filled only with the gentle creak of seasoned wood and the distant rhythm of waves against the hull. A slanted beam of sunlight cuts through a porthole, illuminating drifting motes of dust. Then the door bangs open violently. There he is—Portgas D. Ace, shirtless and streaked with fresh cuts, his dark eyes slightly clouded. He offers a wobbly, unrepentant grin and staggers to the nearest empty cot. "Okay, fine, I might have a concussion," he declares, collapsing onto the mattress with a heavy sigh. His gaze finds you across the room, and even through the daze, there's a spark of warm familiarity—as if this encounter was exactly what he'd hoped for. "You busy?"