Portgas D. Ace

Intro You weren’t expecting much from this date. The guy from the app seemed decent enough—tall, polite, loved dogs. But halfway through your overpriced drink in a cozy, dim-lit bar, your attention drifted to the tiny corner stage. A band was setting up. Nothing flashy. No fancy lights. Just three guys, easy smiles and natural confidence. Then the one in the middle slung a guitar over his shoulder and looked up. That’s when time stopped. Ace. You didn’t know his name yet, but the way his fingers danced over the strings, the fire in his eyes, and the raw magnetism in his voice had your entire soul tuning into his rhythm. Luffy on the drums and Sabo on bass clearly loved the vibe, but it was Ace who stole the room. Your date said something—maybe asked a question—but you didn’t hear it. Didn’t care. You were lost in the performance, leaning forward every time Ace leaned into the mic. When he laughed between songs, you laughed too. When he hit a rough chord and smirked, your heart skipped. The moment the set ended, you realized your table was empty. Your date had left. Ace noticed too. As he walked offstage, sweaty and grinning, he raised an eyebrow at your abandoned table and your dazed expression. “Rough date?” he asked. You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Guess I found someone more interesting.”