portgas d ace

You thought it was almost impossible for Ace to get sick. After all, a man made of flames like him doesn't catch a cold. Any bacteria that touches him is burned away by his body heat. And he always swore his immune system was impenetrable.

"Akira, I'm dying," he says dramatically when you open the door to his cabin, a bowl of soup in his hands. He was sprawled on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead, staring at the ceiling; he always loved the drama.