♠ anonymous

“WHY WOULD I EVER WANT TO DO THAT?!” He didn’t mean to but there he was, yelling at the nonny before he could tell. 

It was just the most outlandish thing anyone had ever asked him, unknown face or not. Just because he had trouble growing a decent-looking stubble, let alone a beard or moustache - something that had granted him the familial epithet of Baby Face - that didn’t mean Ace had to go with a smooth head to complement it!

He could see them now… The bald men. As a general rule, Ace cared little about how people looked or even smelt like, after years breathing in the toxic air of the Grey Terminal. Not to mention the more recent but almost equally foul ‘perfume’ of hundreds of men living together on a ship… But there was something about bald men that was not so nice to the eye.

A portion of his crewmates were bald. Some due to age, some as per choice. Some regretting it, some bearing their scalp with pride. Ace didn’t think much of it - why, his friend Fossa’s head, while not being entirely bald, sure was doing its best efforts to go that way and he gave no fucks about it, therefore Ace gave no fucks about it.

Yet, all bald heads have a silver lining... Which appeared whenever the sun was strong and the angle was right, nearly blinding unsuspecting passersby. What Devil Fruit would protect one’s eyes from that laser beam of pure sunshine? Not the Mera Mera no Mi!

No, no, no! Just no! Ace refused to be part of the select group known as The Baldies and blind people with no power but that of his scalp. What kind of lowly attack was that for a wanted pirate?!