you and nico were sitting on his bed as you treated his wounds. a guy at camp was being rude to you and nico’s only idea was to fight him. smart.

“stop doing this.” you said sternly. you weren’t usually like that. you usually were happy and energetic. but nico had you worried. “i did it for you. you’re welcome.” he said harshly.

“i could’ve done it myself.” you glared. “no, you couldn’t. you’re small and annoying. you need someone to protect you.” he said.