Considering Riskua's obliviousness to her own attractiveness and Ace's inferiority complex, I foresee a colossal amount of failed matchmaking schemes in Sabo's future. I wonder what the count will be by the time they get their act together.
Scheme #34; failure.
Crossing out the latest failed plan, Sabo rubs his forefingers into his forehead, wondering why, out of all the kids on Dawn Island, it’d been these two idiots that he’d found the most interesting. He feels bad for the thought a mere moment later, but they’re just so god-damn stupid.
Sabo hadn’t missed the way Riskua’s eyes had lingered on Ace’s broad shoulders when they met up again, for the first time in just over three years. Hell, were they not brothers… yes, Sabo can see the appeal.
Riskua likes Ace, or in the very least, she finds him physically attractive. She must like him somewhat to have put up with him throughout their childhood, after all. Three years apart did the both of them good; they missed the other’s full transition into adulthood. They’re looking at each other with new eyes, even if Ace still holds onto the kindling embers of attraction. Embers that’ve never really died out and only need the slightly prompt to become flames once again.
They only need a little push, and what else is the wind known for than for carrying pirates to adventure? They could find the adventure of a life time in each other, Sabo’s sure of it. He’s just not sure how to get them to open their god-damn eyes and smell the roses in front of them.
Well, onto Scheme #35.