After apollo saved your life, you two had been best friends ever since. despite already having a mentor, he trained you archery, music, poetry, anyways. He didn’t push you, he was a patient and gentle god. he wouldn’t.

You’d always have his back, so he would always have yours. he had always been there for you – when no one else wasn’t. he only deserves the best, in your eyes. he was everything a boy could want.

today, he was training you with archery. As he gave you a handsome smile, as you smiled back at him, you grabbed the bow and paid attention.

“focus on the target,” he said, his tone gentle, but firm.