Figuring it Out [Whitebeard Pirates x Child? Reader]

22. Mr. Fine Print

-July 23rd

One week. M/n had been at this posh school for a week and he was already fed up with the people. One. He was forced to cut his hair super short. He wasn't happy about that and almost electrocuted some of the staff. Everyone in the school had tried worming their way onto his good side because of who his mother was. But he simply ignored them.

Pretending they didn't exist. No one liked that. M/n focused on his studies and breaking out of this hell hole. His mom had given him his phone back since he wouldn't be near her. The only person in his contacts was...Ace. M/n fell out of bed, staring at his screen in shock. There was no way his mom didn't get rid of Ace...

Maybe she thought it was someone else... M/n had no clue why she left Ace but M/n only knew if he was ever going to see or talk to them again... He'd need help. It was around 3 in the morning and M/n hadn't slept in a very long time. 

Brainrot: Yo! Aurelia gave me my phone back!

... No response... That was fair-

Ace: FUCK! Where are you, dude! What happened!

Brainrot: Aurelia took my phone, she sent me to some posh ass 
Boarding school

Ace: That's not good...

Brainrot: No, No its not.

Ace: We're all really worried, Are you okay?

Brainrot: Yeah I'm good, How's Luffy and everyone holding up?

Ace: Luffy refuses to do anything... Especially Eat, we've had to
force him to

M/n called Ace, they both talked for a while. Eventually, Ace woke Luffy up and put him on the phone. The ASL now officially being the only one with any contact with M/n. M/n told them to not tell anyone he was in contact with them. He had a plan, it wasn't a very good one and it had plenty of places where things could go wrong. All he needed was a little money...

Though since making money in a boarding school was going to be plenty hard he'd just have to smuggle things in. Something he's done plenty of times before.

Over the next two weeks, M/n smuggled in school contraband. Such as sweets, normal clothes. Electronic devices... Weed, and so much more. He sold it for a hefty price and limited his contact with the ASL. Soon enough he'd need something more to make money off of. So... Asking a few of the people he'd previously sold to, He learned to sweet talk... Though this wasn't nearly enough for what he had wanted to do.

--- 3 years later...

M/n had returned back to his school from the holidays. His mother had ruined the holiday itself but he finally had...Everything. He needed. He had managed to make a friend in the Posh school. Charlotte Yaki was eccentric but very...very... How would someone put this... Dangerous. She was one of the best sweet talkers in the school. and was in on M/n's idea to take down the Chevotet legacy. 

Yaki had greeted him as soon as he made it back into the school. Dragging him to his room, shutting the door, and locking it. Both of them looked around and stayed silent in case of any eavesdroppers. Yaki fixed her shirt, Pointing to a stack of papers. M/ns face stayed blank. walking over to the desk. His hair was long-ish, he and Yaki had managed to bribe the Headmaster into letting them do whatever with their hair, with limits of course.