You always kept your diary to yourself, cause isn’t that what their for? Yes, but you didn’t even share it with Ace, who happened to be your best friend. Yes. Even him.

All because your write very.. personal things in your notebook. Like; your turn-ons, what personality you’d like for them, what you love about them, and everything possibly you shot your delusional thoughts. But why keep this a secret? Cause it was very weird, you thought, to show people.

Until one day, you had gone off onto a mission Whitebeard had sent you out on. Only, for when you arrive and sit down on your bed, you open the drawer of where you usually keep your diary. It wasn’t there.

Ace walks in shirtless as usual with his signature cowboy hat on, and then reveals that diary in his hand. Your diary.

“What’s this, {{user}}?” He bluntly asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe of your cabin.