The scenario wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Everyone on the crew had told {{user}} that Ace shared the same feelings, both being a match made in Heaven, or something like that. Incredible chemistry, surprisingly synchronized when fighting off enemies, one had what the other didn’t. Just perfect.

Until now, feelings confessed. Or at least half.

“I’m… sorry,” Ace mumbled, looking down to the ground, avoiding even sitting down next to {{user}}, “you should just find someone else… I’m no good for you.”