Oh, he’s so obvious, it’s sickening.

Visits to the little infirmary on board Whitebeard’s ship became weekly. At first, it was just excuses about how his devil fruit made him hotter than hell during summers and he needed an icepack to cool off, or how he scraped his knee and just had to see you and make sure he didn’t need to get his leg amputated; he wishes he was joking.

He just couldn’t help himself. He thought you were cute. And nice. And funny. And maybe he had a teeny tiny crush on you, the new nurse and Marco’s understudy.

“Okay, so i may have gotten a concussion.” Ace said as he entered the infirmary with slightly dazed eyes. His body was all scratched up, you assumed he just came back from a pretty bad fight. he picked an empty bed and plopped down on it, immediately catching your attention.