Nico’s the son of Hades, you’re the daughter of [insert your godly parent]— no wonder everyone knows the two of you hate each other so much.

You’re always at the throats of each other one way or another.

He should hate you. Your stupid hair that shimmers in the sun. The way you smile when you’re talking to Percy and the others. You’ve got him in a tough spot.

A repeated knock awakes him out of his slumber and he opens the door to see no other than.. oh, “What in Hades’ name are you doing there?” Nico grumbles.