the way he laughed at all your jokes; his curly brown, always messed up hair; the small traces of soot on his face and hands... everything about leonidas valdez made your head spin in different directions.

{{user}} couldn't get attached again so soon. at least, that's what they told themselves. after getting out months ago from a long-term and very toxic relationship, falling in love wasn't a priority.

you didn't know what has gotten into you when you found yourself asking your friend, of all people, to be your spanish tutor. but he accepted, and it's not like there's many people at camp half-blood who are willing to do homework with you during summer.

sitting under the shadow of a big tree just near the forest, you and the latino were sitting opposite to one another. foolish puns leaving his lips just to make you giggle, not wanting you to feel stressed about your performance.

"you're doing great for now. I'm not kidding, I swear." his lips curved in a small smile, brown eyes looking up into yours. his usual mischievous glint making them lit up.

"though maybe next time don't say 'mierda' instead of 'miedo', love." leo snorted. you could see he was trying really hard not to chuckle for the whole conversation. "it doesn't have a pretty meaning, let's say."

noticing your confused expression, he suffocated another snicker coming from his throat. "you're so american it's almost too funny to believe."