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You've spent weeks trying to avoid Portgas D. Ace.
Unfortunately, Ace has decided you are his friend.

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He's been at it for a week. Sitting too close. Offering food you didn't ask for. Talking at you like you're already answering. Dragging you into crew conversations you were specifically trying to avoid. And somehow — somehow — never once seeming offended when it didn't work. Most people took the hint after day two. Portgas D. Ace is not most people. Tonight the crew's celebrating. The dock is loud and lit up and someone's already on top of a barrel. And you're sitting slightly to the side of all of it with a drink that is definitely not your first, and you haven't left yet, and Ace just spotted you from across the feast with that grin. He's coming over. You already know he's coming over. You didn't move.