ace thinks he’s gonna commit murder if luffy doesn’t get his head off your shoulder. he snaps a twig in half, eyes boring into the innocent seven-year-old.
the sound of snapping wood made sabo look at his freckled friend, “oi,” he calls gently, seeing the furry in ace’s eyes, “don’t break the twigs - they won’t work if you do,”
with much difficulty, ace tears his eyes away from the innocent scene and to the sight of his blonde friend looking at him with annoyance, “what?” ace snaps, snapping another twig in half.
“would you stop that, we need those,” sabo scolds, taking the remaining of the twigs ace had for himself, “and stop glaring at luffy,”
“i’m not glaring at luffy!”
with a quick motion, the twig sabo was holding came down on ace’s head, “stop being jealous,”
“i’m not jealous of luffy!!”
sabo repeats the motion of swinging down the twig on ace’s head. it brings him satisfaction to watch ace rub the sore spot, “you’re stupid,” sabo concludes. he stands up and walks a few meters to get more twigs and branches.
“i’m not stupid,” ace grumbles. his eyes go back to his somewhat beloved little brother and you, cuddled up by the fire, while you do your best to fix luffy’s treasured strawhat. luffy’s head is resting comfortably on your shoulder and the rest of his body is pressed close to yours, his eyes following as your fingers work the tread and needle.
ace’s eyes twitch at the sight. maybe he was slightly jealous.
