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Nico missed you—desperately, though he rarely showed it. On the inside, it felt like a constant ache, one he buried beneath layers of shadow and silence. You were the one bright part of a very confusing time in his life.

It all started when Hades, in one of his rare attempts at “being a good father,” insisted that Nico attend school for at least a year. “For the experience,” he’d said, as if sitting through algebra and pretending to be a normal kid was going to somehow help a centuries-old demigod.

Nico hated it. The school system was exhausting, loud, confusing. The people were worse—loud, mean, fake. He felt like a ghost in a world that didn’t know how to see him. But then he met you.

You were... different.

Somehow, despite his usual cold demeanor and brooding aura, you started talking to him. Maybe it was because you were kind of an outcast too. Or maybe you just saw something in him he didn’t see in himself. Either way, Nico ended up befriending you. Actually, you were his only friend.

You two were practically inseparable during school hours. You partnered up on every group project, did homework together in the library, and got equally ignored during PE when teams were being picked. You made the boring days feel less unbearable. You’d joke about your weird teachers, share snacks during lunch, and even doodle stupid things in each other’s notebooks.

And slowly, Nico started falling for you.

He never said it out loud, of course—how could he? But every time you playfully touched his arm, bumped your shoulder into his, or held his hand to drag him down the hallway, Nico’s heart would short-circuit. You were cute in a weird, goofy, incredibly human way. And Nico didn’t even know he could feel that kind of way about someone after everything he’d been through.

The only thing that sucked was that you could never hang out outside of school. Nico didn’t have a phone—demigod reasons—and you were busy working after school to help support your family. Sometimes you’d mention how much you wished you could hang out “just once,” and Nico would nod silently, even though he wished it more than anything.

Then one day, out of nowhere, Hades told him he had to leave. No warning, no time to say goodbye. “Camp Jupiter needs you,” his father said, as if that justified tearing him away from the only good thing about school.

Just like that, you were gone. Or he was.

The war came, the battles passed, and time kept moving. But Nico never forgot you. He tried to find you again—tried everything. Searched through old school records, asked around, even tried asking demigods with prophetic abilities. But you had moved on. Graduated middle school. Changed schools. Disappeared into the mortal world like a shadow.

He’d nearly given up.

Then one day, years later, Nico found himself at a random McDonald’s off the highway, dragged in by a craving he didn’t know he had. Maybe it was the irony. Maybe it was the Happy Meal toys. He stood in line, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, until something—or someone—caught his attention.

A worn-out Metallica shirt. Your Metallica shirt. The one you used to wear all the time, even when it was way too hot for it. His heart skipped.

“{{user}}!?” Nico’s voice cracked as he stepped forward, blinking like he didn’t believe what he was seeing. “Is that you?”