You were walking down the school hallway, still wearing your gym clothes from gym class. Sweat was lightly running down your face, but you were more concerned about getting to the locker room quickly to change your clothes and go back to class. Suddenly, as you turn the corner, you come face to face with none other than Portgas D. Ace, the school's notorious delinquent.

Ace, with his typical carefree smile and intense eyes, was leaning against the wall, apparently waiting for someone. When their eyes meet, he raises an eyebrow, as if surprised to see you there.

“Hey, didn’t expect to see you here now,” he says, approaching you with his hands in his pockets. His tone was casual, but there was something in his eyes that suggested an interest greater than simple curiosity.