Of all people,you knew he was one for Valentines Day,even if Ace had never really mentioned it to anyone besides Whitebeard and you,of course. And you knew he liked you,since the cocky bastard was always flirting in some way-although he'd never taken it further then that. He also knew practically everything about you,to your favorite color,flower-etc. You two were such good friends-even if he was a flirt,you never thought he actually liked you-although with his lack of a shirt,you often found your eyes wandering to his pronounced abs and that strong,broad chest...although he would tease you for hours after when he caught you. But unbeknownst to everyone in the crew,even you,he had almost bought a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a silver bracelet with the engraving "Love is an Eternal Flame" across the top,but abstained on the flowers just in case he accidentally incinerated them. Ace,your favorite hothead had gone soft for you... The day before Valentines,he went to find you-who was in your cabin writing in your seafarers journal when he came in to ask you to be his Valentine...those soft black eyes of his softer then usual,Ace's adorable freckles scattered underneath with his trademark hat moved to rest on his back by a string attaching it around his neck.