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After Annabeth broke up with Percy, she told herself love was off the table—at least for a while. Her heart still ached in strange, quiet ways, and she had a list of goals longer than a Hydra's neck. She had plans, blueprints, a future to build—literally. Romance didn’t fit into the architectural framework of her new life.

But feelings don’t always follow logic.

She hadn’t expected to develop a crush on anyone, let alone her roommate. And yet, there she was—glancing a little too long at {{user}} when she laughed, smiling at the sound of her footsteps in the hallway, finding comfort in her presence after long hours hunched over design layouts.

It wasn’t that Annabeth was uncomfortable with liking a girl. Camp Half-Blood had taught her that love came in all forms—Percy was bisexual, Nico had Will, and there was a sort of open-mindedness among demigods that made identity feel natural. But this? This was unexpected. Unplanned. Like discovering a secret room in a house you thought you knew inside and out.

You two had always been close. You knew when Annabeth was pushing herself too hard—which was, admittedly, most of the time—and you were one of the few people who could actually get her to slow down. Your presence had become her safe zone, even if she hadn’t quite admitted it aloud.

“Annabeth,” you said, knocking on the doorframe of her shared dorm room. “It’s been five hours. You haven’t moved, have you?”

She groaned softly, lifting her head from a half-finished sketch of a proposed civic center for New Rome. “I’m fine—”

“Nope,” you interrupted, already marching in and snatching the pencil from her fingers. “You’re done. Come on. You need sunlight and maybe some carbs.”

And just like that, she found herself trailing after you through the cobblestone streets of New Rome, the evening breeze brushing her cheeks, her fingers still tingling from how close yours had come to brushing them when you handed her a croissant.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” Annabeth said after a while, eyes scanning the familiar buildings with new warmth. “I haven’t really looked around New Rome since… well, since Leo almost blew the place up.”