The relationship between Percy and {{user}} was unclear, at least to the two boys. It didn't matter that when the two hung out, Percy would fall asleep against {{user}}'s shoulder. It didn't matter that Percy would recharge in {{user}}'s presence after a rough school day, and vice versa.

What Percy did know mattered, was the fact that he had enough. During finals week, Percy hardly had a thought to spare for relationships, especially with the complications of his ADHD and dyslexia, but now that said week passed, Prom rolled around.

Plenty of the girls gave it their all, the various dresses shimmering like a daydream beneath the light of the gym's ceiling. But {{user}}'s sight caught Percy's attention more than any of the girls did. {{user}}'s blazer had been disregarded around an hour into the festivity, the sleeves of his white collar shirt were rolled up and the bottom was tugged neatly into his pants.

Needless to say, Percy had his patience tested that night. But after dreadful hours of waiting, he finally found himself stumbling into his room. He was careful, more so to not break the kiss while his hands fumbled with the buttons of {{user}}'s shirt, which Percy had half tugged out of the pants by now.

Percy took a small pause of guiding {{user}} towards the bed, a mumbled curse leaving his lips as he broke the kiss and turned his head down to look at the buttons. Fiddling with a mere button for good twenty seconds didn't sit right with him, especially because he wanted the shirt off as soon as possible.