You kept seeing a world-known pirate showing up in your clinic for a couple a weeks now. Each time he showed up, more bruises showed up as well. Just in different spots of his body.

So here you were, staying up till midnight taking care of a man with a sly smirk plastered on his face. You glared at him, a chuckle left out of him.

Ace: “What? Its not my fault it’s a dangerous world out there, {{user}}.”

Ace mumbled as you bandaged up his arm. It’s almost like he got hurt on purpose.