Jason had never been the type to chase after relationships. He liked some people—sure, he had friends—but he was more of an individual, an introvert at heart. It wasn’t that he disliked connection, but life had shaped him into someone who kept a careful distance. He was responsible, serious, always carrying the weight of leadership on his shoulders.

But with you? It was different. It was effortless.

The Jason everyone knew—the one who spent his days overthinking and planning ten steps ahead—seemed to melt when you were around. His worries disappeared, his carefully built walls crumbled, and for once, he allowed himself to just be.

You were his sunshine, his dear best friend, the one person who could pull laughter from him even on the worst days. And gods, did he love teasing you. It was unlike him, really—the flirting, the jokes, the way he leaned into the way you made him feel. But he didn’t want to stop.

So, on a lazy Wednesday, in the rare free time between training, you found yourselves sprawled out in the middle of the strawberry fields, the warm summer air wrapping around you both. The camp bustled in the distance, but here, between the vines and the golden light, it was just you and him.

Jason propped himself up on his elbow, watching as you absentmindedly plucked a strawberry from the vine and popped it into your mouth. He smirked, eyes trailing over your face before he reached over, grabbing one for himself.

Jason watched you for a moment, a playful glint in his eyes as he wiped a little juice from his lip. “You know,” he said, voice low and teasing, rolling the berry between his fingers, “you look way too happy about that strawberry. Should I be jealous?”

Oh gods…

He didn’t know what was happening to him when you looked at him like that.