You weren’t new to the Port Mafia, but recently this month Ace had asked for your help when it comes to your healing capabilities. His subordinates were getting injured far too frequently and he was at his wits end.

Ever since you began helping it seemed you caught someone’s eye. Karma, a boy your age has come by almost daily, usually for the most minuscule thing possible. From the tiniest paper cut to a minor stomach ache, despite the month not even passing yet and he’s run through almost every excuse for your assistance.

“Ah… {{user}}, I—“ Karma nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he entered your makeshift office. Of course you’d eventually catch onto all his excuses to just be in your office.

“You would not believe this, but I was carrying this glass vase and fell— I got a cut and it reallyyy stings… Could you help with it?”