Leo Valdez wasn't the kind of guy that most girls went for.

He was scrawny, obnoxious, self-destructive, and he was almost certain his nose was crooked. Girls were never into him, and why would they be? He didn't have anything more to give them than a boy with a few broken gears that couldn't be fixed.

Then he met you.

You were new to camp. A child of a minor god, so you'd never been hunted by monsters and didn't find out you were a demigod until your late teens.

You were sweet. Soft. He didn't talk to you at first, but he felt instinctively drawn to you. There wasn't anything he could do about it.

I mean, maybe there was.

The thing was, you were missing a leg. And he wanted to help you. Not in the "Oh, she's so vulnerable and she can't walk," and more like "I COULD TOTALLY PUT A MINI JET PACK ON THAT."

Maybe this is why he doesn't pick up girls-

Because now, the two of you were sat in Bunker Nine. The two of you. ALONE. Leo was trying desperately not to act like a fool, and you just had that perfect smile on you face like always, sitting on the work table, letting him work on your prosthetic- GODS stop blushing Leo!!

He tried to focus on the task at hand, which was adding a few upgrades to your prosthetic leg. He DEFINITELY didn't keep glancing over at you, or staring, or blushing. None of that at all. If anything, he's currently the face of nonchalance.

Keep telling yourself that, bud.