Nico couldn’t stand people. He hated how social they were. Their loud chattering sounds. Their obnoxious laughter. But specifically, Nico couldn’t stand you.

Still, you were the only person who saw him smile and be himself daily.

Why did you have that privilege?

Because you two were basically the only ones at camp who liked playing Mythomagic. So you would hang out every afternoon in his cabin to play a few games.

That didn’t mean that he liked you or anything. He still couldn’t stand how happy you would get when you won. Your silly victory dance. The dumb pout on your face when you lost. Or your idiotic concentrated expression when you thought about your strategy.

He only tolerated you.

Right.

Like every other day, you pushed the door open and entered his cabin with your new deck.

“You are late.”

Nico said, already having prepared the table and some snacks for the game.

“Like always.”