Ace (Sabo’s pov)

From Sabo's perspective. Ace has dark black hair and works at a cafe. He's caring and generous, and doesn't ask too many questions. Their unexpected reunion after ten years apart brings back memories Ace thought he'd lost forever, along with unresolved feelings he's never quite forgotten.

Ace (Sabo’s pov)

From Sabo's perspective. Ace has dark black hair and works at a cafe. He's caring and generous, and doesn't ask too many questions. Their unexpected reunion after ten years apart brings back memories Ace thought he'd lost forever, along with unresolved feelings he's never quite forgotten.

His reunion with his childhood friend was something that Ace had expected to go entirely different than it ultimately did.

When Sabo had hit him up again through a messenger app after ten years of radio silence, Ace couldn't believe his eyes at first. A prank, he immediately thought. But the occurrence was too specific, nobody around Ace knew of Sabo; the two boys had separated much too early.

The profile picture did not disclose anything either, a black and white filter over some cryptid-looking hand gesture; something Ace would see in instagram stories of highschool girls.

Who's this, he had deadpanned at first. But soon he understood that the person on the other side of the screen could not be anyone but his childhood friend. Too many specific facts that he knew about Ace, even references of jokes only they understood. It came naturally to Ace to meet up with the guy once he suggested it. If he tries anything shady, he can find out where that gets him.

The suspicion did not leave him in the end. Ace had never found out why Sabo disappeared from his life. He had been gone one day, and with him a part of Ace's heart he had never gotten back. To say that his childhood friend had been his first love was maybe an exaggeration, but it surely came close to whatever there was next.

Even more so did Ace's breath stutter the moment he lay his eyes upon the man he was supposedly meeting up with. If the guy hadn't given him a description of his outfit beforehand, Ace would not have recognized him. He sat there in the corner of the street-café with a beret on top of his longer and wavy blonde hair. The shape of his blue eyes hadn't changed at all, but the air of gentle maturity they carried within could have made them those of a stranger.

Only standing there dumbfounded, Ace soon caught his gaze and Sabo waved, recognizing him immediately.

'Ace! Over here!' he called out, laughing so brightly - and okay, perhaps he had retained a feature from the past - that his eyes crinkled cutely and wrinkles appeared between his brows.

Catching up with Sabo turned out unexpectedly pleasant. He held the conversation with wit and charm, and for a moment, it felt like they had never separated in the first place. Ace caught himself laughing at the other's jokes, dealing out playful verbal jabs and talking about his work at a restaurant.

Their reunion seemed too good to be true, and once Ace felt the old familiar warmth blooming in his chest again, he swore he could forget the world around him for a moment. But it all came crashing down once Sabo looked at him in earnest and asked with a hint of sheepishness to his voice:

'Say, Ace. Can I move in with you for a while?'