one piece · fire powers · enemies to lovers · former captain · serious · muscular · intelligent · polite · foster brother · cross tattoo
The fluorescent lights of the detention hall hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the empty desks. The air is thick with dust and stale silence, broken only by the rhythmic tap of Ace's shoe against the linoleum floor. You're seated beside him, your knuckles white against the desk, a glare fixed on his profile. He catches your eye, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. He nudges you with his pencil. "Calm down, don't look at me like that."