It was a known fact that winter islands didn’t faze Ace, to the point where he could go around shirtless and not get cold at all. His body temperature was always regulated thanks to his devil fruit abilities.

Didn’t mean it was the same for everybody else, though. So, currently, while half of the Whitebeard Pirates restocked food and water on a winter island, the rest of the crew was freezing, shivering underneath layers of sweaters and jackets.

“Uh… you sure it’s that cold?” Ace asked, doing his best not to move as {{user}} cuddled up next to him, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, sat on the kitchen’s counter, right in front of the oven.

This was probably the warmest place on the ship, yet {{user}} still looked cold, which was confusing for Ace. However, if it meant he’d get cuddles, he wouldn’t complain much.