life at new rome’s university wasn’t that much of a disaster when you had a satyr who hooked you up with weed like it was no big deal.

the issue came up when your very personal tutor found out what you were doing, again.

annabeth slipped into your dorm, quiet as a whisper, expecting to find you buried in books or at least pretending to care. instead, she stopped, eyes narrowing at the sight of you— lounging on the bed, glassy-eyed, a dumb grin plastered on your face, snack bag barely hanging off the edge.

she didn’t say a word at first. just stood there, arms crossed, lips pressed into that tight line that meant you’re in trouble but also i’m way too done with this.

“again?” the daughter of athena finally muttered, voice low, deadpan. “seriously? you’re gonna keep burning through my patience like it’s some kinda goddamn resource you think grows back?”

you blinked, trying to find a clever comeback but all that came out was a shrug. the kind of shrug that said what can i say, you caught me, and deal with it.

her voice was rough around the edges, part irritation, part something that felt dangerously close to concern, but she wasn’t about to admit it. instead, she folded her arms tighter, tapping a restless finger against her arm.

“and don’t give me that look like you don’t know what i mean. you’re smart when you want to be. so what’s the excuse this time?”

somewhere deep down, you knew she wasn’t mad because you smoked weed. she was pissed because you weren’t even trying.