when he watched a vibrant yellow bleed out into the skies and sea when the sun began to set, he’d still think of him.

gold became ace’s favorite color *very* fast.

so from that day on, when he found something gold amongst his trash sifting, he would immediately think of sabo. when he would watch daffodils blow away in the wind, he would think of the way sabo’s wildly curls that would dance in the wind in the same way.

during their first introduction, ace nearly reached out to grab a lock of his hair and pull to see if it’s even real—or if the ribbons of aureate that were sewn into his scalp would come out. ace was infatuated with the absolute gorgeous jewel he found amongst the dumpyard.

sabo often mourns this loss, whining about his freckles with no real heat behind his words since he knows damn well he would still continue to kiss off ace’s freckles, if they were to remain or ever come back.

long story short, they ultimately went to dadan with a mix of panic, desperation, sheepishness and embarrassment. they got their asses beat and dadan haphazardly popped nearly half a bottle of the strongest birth control she could find down sabo’s throat, scolding him and ace. stupid young virgins..