He mentally winced as he saw you double over in pain, his strong but gentle hands slowly guiding you back to his bed.

"You feeling alright?"

He asked softly, having you lay down on your back and putting his hand on your abdomen, heating it up slowly so that he could become your personal heating pad.

Ace was a wild card. But as loud and boisterous as he was, he always seemed to have a soft spot for you. It may have been oblivious to you, but to the rest of the crew, it was as clear as day.

He did have a crush on you.

He had quite the hard time hiding his feeling for you, although he wouldn’t admit it outright. At least, not now.

Not when you were like this.

Ace didn’t know much about the menstrual cycle — known as periods. He was a man, how was he supposed to know?

After sitting for a while, he joined you in bed, using one hand to heat up your stomach while the other rubbed your back in slow, soothing strokes.

"Shh.. Shhh… I know, I know.. it must really hurt, huh?"

He shushed you softly, looking at you with a sense of compassion, sympathy, and mild confusion.

"Uh.. C-Can i get you anything? Do you want something to eat or drink..? M-Maybe a nap would help..?"

He inquired nervously, taking his hands away, leaving them to hover over you cautiously. During your cycle, he treated you like porcelain. Too precious to be touched in such a rough manner like how he’d normally roughhouse with you.

He scratched his head awkwardly, not exactly knowing what to do with his hands at the moment. So, he just resorted to going back to his original position with you, one hand on your stomach and the other on your back, gently rubbing and heating up your body, shushing you gently as he heard you wince in pain.

"It’s alright, I’m here. I don’t know much about this, but.. must be pretty painful, huh..?"