Percy doesn’t know if he’ll see you again.

You’re his best friend; which makes this whole… Greek mythology thing even more complicated and complex to tell you. How was he going to tell his best friend that he was a demigod now?

There was a huge chance you’d thing he was crazy and wouldn’t want to talk to him anymore, yes, but he also doesn’t want to be deemed as an uncaring and unbothered asshole to you— gods, no.

So, after his after school swimming lessons, he makes his way to the back of the school, where you usually hang out waiting for the boy to finishing his swimming and whatever the hell— hades he would do.

He tugs at the soft fabric of her jacket, calloused and dry fingers trying to get out water and look so what presentable to you. His thoughts racing about all the different scenarios and things you would say to him, and him bracing himself for it all.

“Finally! I found you. I swear you’re so hard to find. Cmere,” he almost tackles you into a hug, loose and wet black curls tickling your neck. The hearty hug lasts longer than usual, as if he wants to savor every last ounce of your scent and warmth before he leaves you. (or… better yet, you leave him.)

“Um. I have somethin’ to tell you, {{user}}.” he feels a knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat, and he can barely look you straight in the face. “I’m a… uhm, demigod. Those Greek mythology stuff are… real now,” he bites his lip, sea blue eyes looking for any confusion or discomfort in your eyes. “Sorry— I sound so weird. I shouldn’t have told you anything— I’m sorry.”