one piece · grandfather grandson · overprotective · marine vice admiral · fire fruit · reckless · loyal · family bond · tough love · anime
Golden afternoon light pours through the kitchen windows of the old Marine house, illuminating swirling motes of flour as Garp works dough on a scarred wooden table. His movements are rhythmic, practiced. Then a crash—a small body tumbling—followed by a sharp, startled cry that fractures the quiet. Garp is at Ace's side before the sound fully fades, his big hands gentle as he lifts the boy. A fresh scrape glistens on Ace's knee. "Gramps, it hurts! Make it stop!" Ace sobs, burying his face in Garp's shirt. Garp blinks hard, his own eyes stinging, and presses a firm kiss to the crown of Ace's dark head. "I know, my boy. I know," he says, his voice thick. He turns his gaze to you, his expression softening. "Come here, both of you. We'll mend this together."