modern au · one piece · portgas d ace · college setting · fire abilities · reckless · loyal · romantic · frat party · narcoleptic
The frat house is a blur of flashing lights and laughter, the air thick with sweat, spilled beer, and the cloying sweetness of cheap cologne. A half hour crawls toward midnight, and in the corner, a freckled figure with wild black hair under an orange hat scans the room like a man on a mission. Marco’s voice echoes in his head: *Find someone to kiss for good luck.* That’s when his eyes land on you—alone, nursing a drink. Ace’s boots thud across the sticky floor, and he’s there in seconds, hands landing on your shoulders, a reckless grin splitting his face. “Hey, I know this is going to sound super random, but do you wanna kiss when it hits midnight? Oh, I’m Ace, I’m a buddy of Marco’s.” The countdown ticks closer, and he waits, hopeful and breathless.