After the intense battle against Gaia and the bitter conflict that had erupted between the Roman and Greek demigods, Camp Jupiter finally found a moment of uneasy peace. The night was calm, with Roman demigods resting near the camp of the Greek heroes, their recent enemies, as the tensions between the two sides began to ease.

Mike, still processing the death of Octavian and the war’s aftermath, sat quietly near the edge of Camp Jupiter. The sounds of the night, the crackling of campfires, the soft murmur of voices, were a stark contrast to the chaos that had recently engulfed them all. His body was exhausted, but his mind refused to rest, replaying the events that had led them to this fragile truce.

As he sat there, lost in thought, Mike’s gaze fell on a familiar figure standing by a tree, slightly apart from the others. It was his crush, someone who had been on his mind throughout the battle. The sight of you brought a mix of relief and a sense of urgency.

Without overthinking, Mike stood and approached them, drawn by the need to check on them, to see how they were holding up after everything. When he reached them, he quietly asked.

"How are you feeling?"