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#☀▐ ❛ ᵇᵉʸᵒᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᶠᶦʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ˢᶫᵉᵉᵖˢ ( .out of character )

“Our Chief of Staff has been grinning non-stop ever since reading the news about Luffy-kun… and all that grinning has made his face gone stiff.”

#xflaare #☀▐ ❛ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ ᶜᵒᶫᵒʳ﹔ᶰᵒʷ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ( .gallery )#☀▐ ❛ ᶦ ˢᵉᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵐᵉ ˢᵘᶰᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ( .sabo )#( HANDSOME BOY )

me: *rps other muses for like 5 min* me: i miss ace

#( me: i love all my muses equally )#( narrator voice: that was a lie )#☀▐ ❛ ᵇᵉʸᵒᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᶠᶦʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ˢᶫᵉᵉᵖˢ ( .out of character )#☀▐ ❛ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᶦʳᵉ ˢʷᵉᵉᵖ ᶜᶫᵉᵃᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ( .deletables )#( favoritism at it's best )

post memory recovery sabo would be so on and off, on one hand pushing her away bc wants to selflessly / stupidly deal with everything on his own, on the other can't help but turn to her everytime the nightmares get too much to bear.

——–———— Despite the feelings of uselessness as she was obviously incapable of removing little or any of his pain, she would never fail to provide comfort to her childhood friend whether it be watching over him whenever he feigns strength or lending a sympathetic ear when he’s lonesome, or even arms of support when on the verge of tears. The latter only ever resulting in her shedding more than a few accidental tears of her own and feeling guilty for doing so afterwards.

#xflaare #☀▐ ❛ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᶰ ᵈᵉᶰ ᵐᵘˢʰᶦ ( .answered )#☀▐ ❛ ᶦ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᵇᵃˢᵏ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ‘ᵗᶦᶫ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᶦˢ ᵈᵒᶰᵉ ( .in character )#☀▐ ❛ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵇᵉᵃᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗˢ ᵐᵉ ˢᵉᶰˢᵉᶫᵉˢˢᶫʸ ( !main )#☀▐ ❛ ᶦ ˢᵉᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵐᵉ ˢᵘᶰᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ( .sabo )#☀▐ ❛ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ˢᵘᶰ ( .koabo )#☀▐ ❛ ᶜᶫᵒᵘᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵉʸᵉˢ﹔ᶦᶫᶫᵘˢᶦᵒᶰˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᶰᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ( .headcanon )

While always acutely aware of his liking to Koala, I feel he would only fully begin to grasp he truly loves her after Dressrosa, with the whole ordeal with his brothers settled and having closure, it would be easier to focus on other things aka the fact she was the one standing by his side supporting him through it all, prior to his memory returning and long after as well.

——–———— LOVE is a term she was never quite able to grasp at first either, initially denying of any such feelings whenever the subject of romance came into question, only resolute in building a wall between herself and the truth, believing them to hold nothing more than friendship or even a sibling-like relationship between them. Anything deeper was feared and while preferring to remain friends, Koala wouldn’t want it any other way as admittedly, deep down, she fears intimacy, whether emotionally or physically.

But when witnessing of his breakdown firsthand to which then resulted in a comatose state where although he was physically there, she couldn’t reach him, nothing throbbed more than the aching of the knot in her chest as she sat in wait, praying, pleading, even negotiating with God himself for his recovery. It was while she remained by his bedside with her hand in his during the entirety of his slumber, that she had no choice but to accept of her feelings and see them for what they were, realizing she could no longer lie to herself anymore.

While she herself knew of what her heart yearned for, she was clueless in knowing how he felt. Still, she was content with the relationship now, happy to aid and support him in every way she could. She much preferred friendship anyway. Anything more partly terrified her after all.

#xflaare #☀▐ ❛ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᶰ ᵈᵉᶰ ᵐᵘˢʰᶦ ( .answered )#☀▐ ❛ ᶦ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᵇᵃˢᵏ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ‘ᵗᶦᶫ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᶦˢ ᵈᵒᶰᵉ ( .in character )#☀▐ ❛ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵇᵉᵃᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗˢ ᵐᵉ ˢᵉᶰˢᵉᶫᵉˢˢᶫʸ ( !main )#☀▐ ❛ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ˢᵘᶰ ( .koabo )#☀▐ ❛ ᶦ ˢᵉᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵐᵉ ˢᵘᶰᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ( .sabo )#☀▐ ❛ ᶜᶫᵒᵘᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵉʸᵉˢ﹔ᶦᶫᶫᵘˢᶦᵒᶰˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᶰᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ( .headcanon )

!child One of his favorite stories to tell was how he must have been a descendant of dragons or at least raised among ones before his memory was erased — then he'd chase after her making roaring dragon noises.

——–———— ❛ EEEP!! ❜ Initially intrigued by the theory of dragons but later on fearing the tiny dragon’s roars--- Once the blond initiated chase, you can be sure the girl was quick on her feet, frantically pacing in a full circle while in a fit of laughter until caught by his hand or an adult disrupted their playtime.

#xflaare #☀▐ ❛ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᶰ ᵈᵉᶰ ᵐᵘˢʰᶦ ( .answered )#☀▐ ❛ ᶦ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᵇᵃˢᵏ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ‘ᵗᶦᶫ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᶦˢ ᵈᵒᶰᵉ ( .in character )#☀▐ ❛ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ ᴵ ᵈᶦᵉᵈ﹔ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ'ˢ ᵇᶫᵉᵉᵈᶦᶰᵍ ( !child )

!child -hates that he doesn't have any stories to share so everytime she seems sad or off, he'd come up with the most bizarre silly stories he can think of and try to convince her of their reality, and even though they both know it's not, he hopes it would make her smile-

——–———— And of course, being the imaginative youth she was, easily entertained by the outrageous lies that were his tales, Koala enjoyed every minute of it. With sparkling beaded eyes fully engrossed in his unbelievable story-telling, anticipating the much awaited ending to every story.

The entirety of the time was spent giggling uncontrollably amongst themselves, laid out flat on the floor, stomach held as it hurt so good. At these times, although silly, was greatly appreciated on her part. She was extremely grateful to have a friend to keep her smiling at times she wished to curl up in a corner and close herself off from the world.

OKAY BUT HC that Sabo bought koala the hat? After she asked about his? Sort of as a way to let her feel like they're equal and stuff and make up for not letting her touch it at first.

( That’s so totally adorable tbh. DEFINITELY ACCEPTED. She’d be all ecstatic because it’d have been the very first time she not only made a friend her own age, but was given a gift by them as well. The first person she would run off to tell would be Hack tbh and she’d wear it always :’) )

#xflaare #☀▐ ❛ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᶰ ᵈᵉᶰ ᵐᵘˢʰᶦ ( .answered )#☀▐ ❛ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵐᵉ ˢᵃᶠᵉ﹔ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵐᵉ ˢᵃᶰᵉ﹔ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵐᵉ ʰᵒᶰᵉˢᵗ ( .moon )#☀▐ ❛ ᶦ ˢᵉᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵐᵉ ˢᵘᶰᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ( .sabo )#☀▐ ❛ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ˢᵘᶰ ( .koabo )#☀▐ ❛ ᶜᶫᵒᵘᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵉʸᵉˢ﹔ᶦᶫᶫᵘˢᶦᵒᶰˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᶰᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ( .headcanon )

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It wasn’t as though she cleared of her work schedule or went and bought decorations, ingredients and invitations in preparation. Nor did she plan and think to ask permission to use one of the largest rooms for a party of any kind.

And it certainly wasn’t as though she had ever chosen to set work aside and taken the time to research his favorite foods and desserts, as well as stayed up at an ungodly hour in the spare kitchen to follow recipe instructions. She didn’t think to mark of this particular date on both her cal- endar and memo book a month prior either.

No way.

In no way did she ever exhaust herself or go the extra mile for a lazy bum like him.

Not at all.

Or so she told everybody else to save herself the embarrassment.

——–———— The room lit up, chandelier momentarily blinding the pair upon opening the doors, not a corner left untouched by light even at this late hour of the night. The echoes resonating the large body of their very own grandfather clock upon striking twelve was drowned out by the sound of cheers, celebrating the birthday of their favorite chief of staff whom was just now led casually inside by none other than herself.

Taking the chance while surrounded by the crowd, Koala would step aside, hurriedly striding by in heels passed several others and towards the center of the room where a banquet laid in wait, her heart racing all the while, anxiously excited to see of his reaction once revealing of his gift — one materialistic while the other edible; a little something she practiced every other night in secret.

❛ Sabo-kun! ❜ The sweetest of calls would beckon for his sole attention as she lifted of a heavy tray, one holding that of a enormous birthday cake the color of the sea and that of his eyes; a cake made purely by none other than herself. Although not entirely perfect, in fact slightly flawed in many places; the time and effort made was evident in every corner, every uneven strawberry piece, and the overflowing icing that poorly decorated the deliciousness that was inside.

Her other gift of course, if he hadn’t yet noticed, had already been sneakily locked around his wrist upon entering the room. A watch, silver in color, told of both the time and date. A helpful tool to remind him of every day and hour rather than ask her constantly throughout the day.

❛ Happy birthday! ❜ She beamed, the single lit candle atop of the cake sat in wait, strengthening as well as highlighting the reddened hue spreading both her rounded cheeks. ❛ Thanks for another year here with us.. ❜

Led through large doors, by his right hand, the revolutionary could only have two options coursing through his mind; a late meeting he had simply forgotten the details of or important work he needed to handle but never could the male have predicted of the celebration embracing every corner of the lit up room which had never appeared so bright before; an expected slip from his part, as up until recent, he couldn’t even recall of his own birth date.

Awed and likewise startled, hues of cerulean would scan of their surroundings, their friends and comrades all gathered here, he assumed by none other than the very same ginger which led him here, himself — she must have been the only one he’d slipped the date of his birthday to since his memories resurfaced, after all and yet never in his wildest imagination, could he think something like this would be the result of it.

The touch so warm and light previously leading him and lingering around his wrist would let go, leaving his skin cold and bare without the feel of her tender digits against his skin but he couldn’t protest, not aloud at least as he had been left too speechless by it all, gawking with lips parted and optics widened as it all slowly connected.

This really was [ a l l ] for him, the female resembling a sun in his life emitting light anywhere she went, — going so far as to brighten up his night on this very special day too.

A voice so sweet would be the only thing successfully breaking his trance, shocked scarred features shifting in awe as they focused solely on Koala and the creation she had prepared for him, in her hands — somehow, just glancing at it he could tell it had been of her work as every thing about the way it had been presented spoke of the care and diligence put into it — immense detail, even if slightly uneven, had been one only she would ever pay attention to and go the extra mile for.

❝ K-koala.. you — ❞ it definitely was quite the scene for everyone present to witness their very own chief of staff in such an embarrassed and unusual state, so at loss of words and reddened in the cheeks.

In younger years, he’d recall of noble kids whose parties he’d been forced to attend making wishes upon blowing the candles — a tradition, back then he had deemed ridiculous as he’d always been one to believe one had to work hard for their dreams than merely wish for them on cakes, yet now, with her glowing in the center of the scene, he couldn’t help but make a silent wish to himself —

To [ a l w a y s ] have her by his side, for now and forever.

Excitedly the candle was blown out in somewhat of a hurry, needing the cake out of the way as it had been blocking him from the cute petite hiding behind it and without further adieu, he would carry it away from her, setting it with immense care as to not spoil her hard work next to the rest of the banquet.

With nothing but space now between the pair, the blonde would waste no time in closing it, arms hesitant initially growing more confident to tighten once she had been locked safely in his embrace; it didn’t matter that a good measure of their army was watching — he just needed her close, her alone.

And to think she would go far as thanking him, after everything she had done for him; it made him laugh out loud, touched, over joyed, amused by all that is her. ❝ I think you got it all wrong.. Koala — I’m the one thankful, I’m the one that’s always been thankful.. for you, being here with me. ❞

Letting go only after a few good moments, he would instead focus on the watch he definitely needed but wouldn’t go out of his way to buy for himself, while digits previously holding her close would trace its lining, making a mental note to try and keep better track of the time as to take at least one little bothersome task off her shoulders, before cerulean hues awed and sparkling with both love and joy turned back to the female who held his entire attention tonight.