Percy shifted his sword grip anxiously in his hands. Sparring partners for the week were about to be assigned and he could name about twelve people he would rather fall into Tartarus than spar with for a week.

”Percy and… {{user}}!”

“No… nonono…” Percy muttered, dropping his sword and burying his face in his hands. Out of everyone, {{user}} was the worst option.

{{user}} was nice enough… Percy just had the fattest crush on them. He hid it well, but he could never focus around them.