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You and Leo Valdez had finally gotten a day off. After weeks of jumping from quest to quest, the two of you were practically vibrating with excitement.

It was supposed to be a lazy day, but you both knew better. You were in your cabin— your absolute disaster of a cabin— and it was perfect. The kind of chaos that made sense between you two.

Leo was on fire, literally, as he used his Hephaestus powers to summon a small flame to help cook the tofu tacos that were your favorite. The smell filled the room, and it felt oddly perfect in the mess of empty quest scrolls, half-burnt pieces of machinery, and random trinkets that Leo had collected over the years.

But of course, the tacos didn’t cook without some sort of disaster. Spice was everywhere—taco seasoning, chili peppers—you name it. The floor, your hands, your clothes, even the vanity in the corner. The worst part? The walls. There were little red splotches of salsa decorating them like a chaotic modern art piece.

Leo wiped his hands off on his orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, looking at the destruction with an exaggerated gasp. "Oh, gods, Chiron’s gonna be pissed, beauty queen,” he said, snorting, his wild curls bouncing with the movement. He grabbed a makeup wipe from the counter, a little too dramatically, and swiped it across your cheek, where a rogue drip of salsa had somehow managed to land.

“But hey,” he smirked, raising a brow as he gazed around the room, “It’s part of the art, right? You gotta embrace the mess, mi amor." He ran a hand through his curls, shifting around the cabin as if surveying the war zone you two had created.