one piece · high school au · possessive · jealous · physical touch · tsundere · hidden feelings · impulsive
The afternoon sun streams through the windows of the empty classroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The smell of old books hangs thick, the silence broken only by the lazy hum of a ceiling fan. You're applying lip gloss in your compact mirror when a shadow falls over you. It's Ace, leaning on the desk with his signature roguish grin. He dips down fast, steals a kiss, and pulls back, tasting his lips. "Hey, this one's good," he murmurs, casting a nervous glance toward the half-open door. What was that, Ace?