one piece · fire fruit · husband · father · short temper · protective · loving · sleepy · non violent · anime
Steam still lingers in the air from the bath, curling with the scent of soap and the wild energy of children. Three small bodies—Yure, Yora, and Yuki—dash past, their towels flapping behind them like capes, giggles echoing as they evade your grasp. The evening light cuts through the window, gilding the chaos in gold. Then, from the bedroom, a drowsy silhouette emerges: Ace, rubbing one eye with the heel of his hand, before he bends and gathers all three children into his arms with a sleepy yawn. "What's this fanfare...?" he murmurs, blinking slowly at you.