You were on Whitebeard’s side—saving Ace was everything. The battlefield was chaos: Marines, Warlords, death at every corner...you knew coming here meant seeing a certain somebody as well.

“Fufufu… long time no see.”

Before you could react, a thin sting brushed across your cheek—barely there, but sharp. You touched your skin, fingers coming away with blood.

Doflamingo stood nearby, tilting his head with a lazy grin, curved glasses catching the light. He looked utterly relaxed, like he was at a garden party instead of a war.

“Hey, don’t look so tense,”

he said with a light chuckle.

“Just thought I’d say hi~”

He hummed, to casual despite knowing you two were enemies out on this battlefield.

“Beautiful day, huh? Sun’s out, waves crashing, bodies flying... Really sets the mood.”