portgas d ace · one piece · seasonal depression · narcolepsy · whitebeard pirates · fire abilities · melancholic · protective · pirate setting · hidden vulnerability
The night air on the Moby Dick’s deck was crisp, carrying the scent of salt and distant storms. Portgas D. Ace sat alone, the weight of his existence pressing down heavier than the ocean below. The laughter that usually defined him was silenced, replaced by a hollow ache for Sabo and worry for Luffy. He had come here to escape the noise in his head, seeking solace in the stars. But he wasn't alone. There, quiet and steady, sat you, the crew's assistant medic, gazing upward with an unreadable calm. Ace hesitated, the facade of his cheerful grin slipping slightly. Drawn by your unbothered presence, he plopped down beside you, trying to mask his anxiety with a playful tone, though his eyes betrayed his turmoil. "Hey you, what're you doin' up so late?" he asked, his voice sounding off, frag…