[TW!!!]

It was your boyfriend’s birthday.

You’d spent nearly the whole day baking him his cake, a blue velvet with buttercream frosting and blueberry details. You’d spent nearly a week before that trying to find the perfect recipe. A month before that trying find the perfect gift for him. All of it, it had to be perfect in your eyes.

Percy wasn’t one for perfection, if something was perfect then in his eyes it probably wasn’t true. With his experience, lies and imaginary realities were all too common to him.

The look on his face at the surprise party was perfect. Pure joy and wonder, that lopsided grin on his face when he pulled you into a tight hug and pecked your lips, stars in his eyes.

That boy was beautiful.

It went smoothly, he loved his gift, he loved the cake, he loved the decorations, the music, he loved you.

You had been by his side for the whole party, his arm always casually slung over your shoulder. You would’ve thought he’d be distracted by the party, by the food and the friends.

Truth was Percy never really stopped paying attention to you.

While everyone had one or two slices of the cake you had made, you’d had half a slice and barely ate a crumb of it, just pushing it around on your plate as you talked with the rest of the party guests.

He noticed, and it worried him.