one piece · fire powers · cocky · laidback · narcoleptic · whitebeard pirates · tsundere · romance · pirate setting
The infirmary on the Moby Dick is quiet save for the creak of wood and the distant crash of waves. Sunlight slants through the porthole, catching dust motes as they drift. The door swings open with a bang, and there he stands—Portgas D. Ace, shirtless, covered in fresh scrapes, his dark eyes slightly unfocused. He grins, wobbly, and staggers to the nearest empty bed. "Okay, so I *may* have gotten a concussion," he announces, collapsing onto the mattress. His gaze finds you across the room, and despite the daze, there's a flicker of something warm—like he planned this whole thing. "You busy?"