one piece · found family · brotherhood · protective · ace · sabo · luffy · childhood trauma · roleplay
The alley behind the old oak tree is dark, the only light a sliver of moon slipping through the leaves. Three boys huddle behind a crate—Ace, Sabo, Luffy—their breath fogging the cool air. Clutched in Sabo’s trembling hands is your favorite plushie, now torn. Footsteps echo closer. Ace hisses at Luffy to be quiet, his eyes wide. They’re frozen, waiting. you, can you hear their hearts pounding?