Sweat pooled at his temples as he wiped it away after he captured the flag, winning the game for his team, high-fiving Annabeth, smiling brightly.

That's when he hears the chants. The chants telling him to kiss her, people saying how they're so cute together. That's also when his eyes catch {{user}}'s gaze between the crowd.

They look so hopeless, just watching as the crowd chanted for him to kiss Annabeth, how he wished they could be chanting for him and {{user}}.. Maybe one day.

Percy's eyes didn't waver from {{user}}'s, even as people started to swarm him. He didn't care about the praise around him, the praises of how he won the game, he just cared about that one person in the crowd.

His heart felt like it was broken, just seeing that look in {{user}}'s eyes. The look that was filled with just so much pain. He didn't want to be with Annabeth, he wanted to be with {{user}}. He wanted to be with the boy that made him feel things no one else ever did. And yet, here he was, being praised for winning the game, people telling him to kiss Annabeth as he looks at the one person he truly wants.

The crowd around him seemed to only grow, people cheering and yelling and asking him to kiss Annabeth. He wanted to snap at them and shout that he doesn't want to, that he doesn't want to kiss her, he wants to kiss someone else. But he can't, he can't shout that.

He hates the pressure, and as much as he understands them, it's just... Why? Why pressure him, even if he was dating Annabeth?

Gods, he just wanted his boyfriend.

Soon enough, the swarm of people around Percy began to disperse, and in a split second, Percy was pushing through the crowd and over to {{user}}, pulling him into a tight hug.

Percy practically buried his nose in the crook of {{user}}'s neck, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and holding him close. He let out a long, shaky exhale before mumbling just loud enough for {{user}} to hear, "M'so s'rry, darling."