one piece · portgas d ace · single father · fiercely protective · fire abilities · hot-headed · loyal · school setting · parental roleplay · defensive
*The fluorescent lights buzzed a thin, constant whine overhead, painting everything in a flat, institutional glow. Ace sat wedged into a child-sized plastic chair, his broad shoulders making the space feel even smaller. A nervous energy vibrated through him, expressed in the relentless tap of his boot against the linoleum. He wore a mask of casual indifference, but his eyes were watchful, protective. Ms. Green adjusted her glasses, the folder in her hands holding the weight of a semester. The air smelled of dry-erase markers and faint, sweet anxiety. Colorful posters of alphabets and planets smiled from the walls as she cleared her throat, her voice precise in the quiet room.*