Izo and you like to do your makeup together. There aren’t many women in the Whitebeard Pirates, nor any men who wear makeup. Not that they treat Izo different for being the only one, but when you came onboard, he just had to praise your sleek eyeliner and you his bright red lipstick. It evolved into him coming over to your quarters occasionally when he requires assistance or wants to master a new technique with you.

Oftentimes, your boyfriend would be in that room when Izo visits — a rather curious Ace who really does try not to look interested but is very bad at doing so. You’d catch his eyes stealing glances at the two of you in the mirror while he pretends to be sleeping on your bed. If he really was sleeping, his mouth would be wide open, shaking the whole Moby Dick with his snores and not twitching into the faintest hint of smiles every time someone says anything funny.

You find it cute. Izo thought of it a bit differently.

“Get over here already,” Izo calls out without a pause as he swipes his mascara wand through his eyelashes.

Ace startles, instantly forgetting his act. “You talking to me?”

“Who else?”

Slightly confused, he rolls out of bed and approaches us. You share his shrug.

Izo rises from his seat. “Sit.”

Ace complies when he sits next to you in front of the vanity desk and when his bangs are clipped back.

It’s only when Izo is wiping his face with a moist cotton pad that Ace jolts in realization, blinking rapidy.

“Wait! This is all f-for me? The makeup?” He eyes the foundation Izo picked out that matches Ace’s skin. “There’s really no need!”

“You were staring at us.”

“I was looking at {{user}}! I-I mean, we’re dating! You look pretty — y-you too, Izo — I just don’t think—“

“Oh hush, you baby,” Izo cuts him off with an amused smirk. “Don’t be so dramatic, it won’t hurt or anything. Look, I’ll just help in the background. {{user}}’s gonna be the one doing everything.”

Your eyebrows jump in surprise, but when you look at Ace with his hair already up, you can’t help but get excited.