Ever since he joined the division of the Revolutionaries’ second-in-command officer, Hack realized he was not a big fan of celebratory parties. Alcohol did stupid things to human beings.

Especially if they were named Sabo and Koala.

The two had always been close. That was no secret. In fact, everyone in the Revolutionary army except the two of them were aware that they were romantically involved. And that was fine, really. Hack just hated how alcohol took this situation to the next level sometimes.

Sabo and Koala had the tendency to be more than just too lovey-dovey whenever that toxic beverage took hold of their system. It would start with them sharing the mic and belting out that song involving setting fire to the rain. It was funny—they said one time in between their alcohol-infested giggles—because Sabo was fire and Koala was rain and the song had both words in the chorus, which made it absolutely hilarious for them to sing. And what did Hack think? He thought it was absolutely stupid. That’s like saying Sabo setting fire to Koala was entertaining. What on earth was funny about that? Hack would Fishman Karate the hell out of that idea if it had a face. But it didn’t matter, though, as that was just the beginning.

After sharing the microphone, they’d start sharing food. Sabo had invented this stupid game that involved Koala feeding him food by pushing them using her haki. And then they’d do that to drinks. Hack was just thankful they didn’t decide to feed each other with their mouths.

When they got tired of their pointless game, they would start to sit too close to one another that Hack assumed they were trying to share seats. Eventually, they would also start sharing the air. Or that’s what Hack preferred to tell himself as soon as they started kissing in one corner of the room. Perhaps he should be thankful that they never escalated to tearing each other’s clothes off right out in the open. It did, however, often ended with Koala crying about something no one knew about and Sabo trying to fight whatever was making her cry. Or what he assumed was making her cry. At one time, he fought the door. Another time, he fought the chair. And then there was a time he tried to fight Dragon. That had been a crazy night.

No matter how it started, though, it always ended the same. It didn’t matter if Sabo was half-dead and throwing up from fighting whatever or whoever. As soon as Koala’s soft snoring reached his ears, he would always, without fail, pick her up and take her to her room. He would dump her into her bed in the most unromantic way ever and, without bothering to change her clothes, he would pull the sheets up to her chin, not caring if the rest of her body was covered by it. And then he would kneel by her bed, lean forward, kiss her forehead, and then whisper the preamble of the Revolutionary army’s handbook into her ear.

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