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Ace had changed.
Sabo could tell by the way he carried himself that the Ace he knew really was gone…but in his place was someone so much more.
More confident. More comfortable with himself. More alive.
This Ace was…softer.
Somehow more willing to let others in even when he teased them restless. He was a leader but unlike when they were kids didn’t expect others to keep up with him like he used to do with Luffy. He was a younger brother, content with letting others fuss over him and even doing the same to his younger brothers.
Sabo didn’t know what to do with this new Ace. All the tricks that used to work when interacting with the angry ball of freckles no longer applied- because there was no longer an angry ball.
Every time he looked into those black sparkling eyes he was met with a stranger. A kind well-meaning stranger who wanted to know answers to his question who am I.
Who looked at Sabo like he had all the answers in the world.
Damn, but did that not hurt. It was great that this Ace was here…but this Ace wasn’t his Ace.
It was selfish of him, but Sabo wanted his Ace. The one he grew to love for being the first person to look at him and care that he existed. This Ace…had so many people to care about that some days Sabo felt like he didn’t care about him anymore.
He wanted to get off this stupid ship.
Sabo sighed rolling over to bury his face into his pillow. He was a horrible person, wasn’t he? Jealous that the man without his memories treated him like a stranger while he treated the people he grew up with like family instead of him.
Next to him, Marco mumbled in his sleep, shifting around a bit before resettling.
Sabo lifted his head a little to look at him, worried he woke him.
How in the world did the older man convince him to rest in his bed, the revolutionary may never know but it was much nicer than laying in the dark by himself overthinking everything.
Far better than having sleepless nights where his brain just wouldn’t stop. Marco had noticed the bags under his eyes, quickly which surprised him. Not even Koala is that fast.
By the end of that same day, all of Sabo’s possessions had been moved to the First Commander’s room. Of course, they told no one of this. Not even Whitebeard knew.
Sabo didn’t want Ace to think it was his fault. The guy was already feeling guilty for forgetting him, there was no need to make that guilt worse.
He liked sneaking into Marco’s room.
His thoughts didn’t have the chance to run wild like they normally did. Usually, Marco would be able to distract him. He would step in when Ace got overly excited and ask too many questions, call him over to play cards some nights and even just sit with him at night hearing him talk about his feelings.
It was nice.
Now if only he could figure out what to do with the arm wrapped around his waist.
“Go to sleep Sabo. It’s going to be alright yoi.”
With a sleepy demand like that, how could he refuse?
The voice stared him awake a few hours later, the younger blond didn’t have time to react before the door was thrown open. He shot up like a rigid board, locking gazes with an equally surprised Thatch.
The two men said nothing, observing each other for what felt like an eternity to the blond. He didn’t miss the way the grinder’s eyes glanced down at his bare chest.
A slow smirk began to form on his lips which barred bad news for the younger man.
“I-It’s not what you think! I can explain!” Sabo blurted before his brain could think better of it. He winces because that phrasing along with the delivery was the exact opposite of what he wanted to convey.
“Oh no. Don’t mind me. I just wanted to let Birdie over there know that the report he wanted is finished. Please go back to what you were doing.” The man says, placing a light stack of papers on Marco’s desk. He gives the horrified young man a large smirk before taking a great bow. “Do come to breakfast when you’re done.”
Then he was gone with a cheerful laugh.
Sabo is left gaping at the doorway. He isn’t sure how long he sits there, with the bed sheets pooling around his pajama covered waist and a man’s arm half slung off him.
He no doubt had horrible bed hair- he always does first thing in the morning- with a bit of drool on one cheek.
How that whole image must look like…
“Mh. Goodmorning yoi.” Marco’s voice snaps him out of his daze. He glances down just in time to watch sleep fall from the other’s man eyes. They focus on his face before Marco straightens “Are you okay?”
“Thatch…was here. He left you…a report.” The words come out slower because he’s still trying to process what this all means.
“Oh? He finally got off his ass. Thank the Sea yoi.” The older man says relaxing. Sabo thinks he’s way too calm but maybe he doesn’t understand what this means yet.
“He saw me.”
“I see. Don’t worry he won’t say anything as long as you told him not to.” Marco pushes himself up, raising a brow as Sabo stays silent. “You did tell him not to say anything…right?”
“Marco get you filthy hands off of Sabo!” The scream is followed by the sound of flames enlightening and Sabo jumps. Was that…Ace?
“Oh great.” The older man sighs just as the cabin door is blasted off its hinges. A figure of a man made of fire is on the other side. “Ace calm down. We’re just sleeping yoi.”
“I will defend Sabo’s honor! Prepare yourself!” The raven hair man shouts completely ignoring what Marco said, before jumping towards the bed. He drops kicks the First commander, rolling with him on the floor as the Phoniex raises his hands with a look of long suffering going willingly.
Sabo is stunned. Ace..still cared about him?
He peeks over the bed side to watch Ace bite Marco’s hand- which heals instantly as the older man lays on his back impassively. The young man didn’t get dishearted as he tries slapping the other’s face while flames burst from his shoulders hissing like a wet cat.
Or a toddler throwing a tantrum. Marco was certainly reacting like that was the case.
A bubbling laugh stops the “fight”.
They both look up to see the first real smile on Sabo’s face since they picked him up all those weeks ago. The image isn’t ruined by the tears ruling down his face in the slightest.
“Thanks for defending me Ace but it’s not needed.” He says between gasps. It feels like a huge weight was just lifted off his shoulders as he whips some of the tears away. He throws the stunned men a dazzling smile. “It’s nice to know that you care”
It was really nice to know.