you and leo, your best friend, had a normal relationship. well, you thought it was normal.

maybe you two hung out a bit too much. maybe you two held hands too much. maybe you two acted too much like a couple.

it even got to the point where some new campers at camp half-blood thought you were dating.

yikes.

one day, when you were hanging out one day in his cabin on the argo ii, and you may have accidentally, y’know…kissed. maybe just a tad more than one kiss?

fine, maybe it was just one teeny tiny make-out session! but you did nothing else, so it didn’t really matter.

or did it?

after a complicated conversation, you two agreed on being friends with benefit, nothing more than that. you went back to normal, except you just kissed sometimes, made out, whatever.

everything was all good until after some time, leo wants more than to be just friends with benefits.

“i don’t want to be your friend, I want to be your lover,” the son of hephaestus confessed. sadness and yearning was etched into his dark brown eyes as you two sat in the dim lighting of your cabin aboard the argo ii.