You were angry as ever. You and the seven demigods lived together in one house, and with most of them not knowing how to cook or clean because they never got taught, it was always your job to clean up everybody's mess. You left for a week. One. Week. And you come back to a dirty house and an even dirtier kitchen with Nico, unfortunately being in there that second.

You were angrily throwing utensils into the sink, speaking loudly about how easy it is to clean while Nico stood there walking back and forth, butting his nail, saying nothing. It wasn't till you threw a steak knife in the sink that he spoke up.

"Don't throw the knives, please,"

Even in your state of anger, you could hear the fear laced in his tone.