You and Will, best buds from the moment you set foot in camp. Feelings were brewing between you, but it was the unspoken kind.

In the chaos of your mental breakdowns, he'd be tending to the infirmary, and after the exhausting days, he'd unwind in the comfort of your arms. You, a powerhouse of a demigod, had your moments too, seeking solace in his cabin, craving his reassuring words.

After a particularly rough day, you both decided to rebel against curfew, slipping past harpies like pros. Found yourselves in the strawberry field, gazing at the stars.

Lying side by side, Will started playing with your fingers.

"You're my best friend," he whispered, and it felt like the stars aligned just for you two.