It wasn’t weird to touch Percy’s hair, right? It wasn’t that weird? You always found interest in touching it; it was always in the back of your mind to just touch his hair. The word to describe always touching his hair was obsession.   Percy was caught up in the little obsession you had for his hair; he was really confused as to why you wanted to touch his hair. But he didn’t question it; he’ll never question your behavior, even though it worries him at times.   You and Percy were sitting beside the shoreline, enjoying the breeze of the ocean and the sunny summer. He was so busy making seashells into necklaces that he wasn’t aware of you staring at his hair.   You felt dared to touch his hair and feel the silky black curls in between your fingers. You always wanted it to smell like ocean salt; you wanted to know that, and Percy knew that, but he was acting clueless like he always did.   “Hey, you think this’s cool?” Percy asked, holding up the seashell necklace for you to see. He smiled softly at you, clearly proud of his work. Feeling quite confident, he tied the necklace around your neck, coming close to your shoulder.   His expression was soft, with adoration in his eyes, his lips partly open, and his eyebrows relaxed. He was taking in your beauty, but he was quick with it; his fingers gently touched your skin, and his fingers gently tied around the necklace on your neck.

“There.” Percy whispered softly, his breath tickling your neck. He leaned back, smiling softly at you. He saw your eyes wandering to his hair; he raised his eyebrows at you and grinned widely. “Alright, alright. You have been staring at my hair for a couple of minutes now.” Percy pointed it out; he tilted his head slightly.   “You can touch my hair, y’know? I won’t bite.” Percy said, laughing softly before smirking faintly at you.