Hate might've been an understatement of Nico's opinion about you. In his mind, at least. You were one of those popular kids that everyone wanted to be around. But you were just too nice... Too considerate, too worried about other people's problems. Hell, he's seen you go to near-death lengths just to help someone.

If only he could show you. Show you how those bastards were just using you for your sympathy. Show you how you deserved so much better. Not that he could do that, probably. He would if he could. But not many people seemed to want to talk to him here. Excluding you on that self-prophesied morning.

Nico was casually sitting a little ways into the forest, avoiding yet another game of Capture the Flag. Hearing nimble footsteps behind the tree log he was sitting against, he turned to face the person as words of disdain were about to fall from his mouth. Until he saw, well, you. Heavy breathing, small cuts which tore through the fabric of your pants from running around in the forest, and a hopeful smile on your face.

"Looking for something again?" He greeted, words coming out softer than he originally intended.