You and Percy had moved to New York City when you were 19, trying to get away from the danger of the Camp Half-Blood missions and the demands that Olympus placed on the demigods. You lived in a small apartment in Brooklyn, which you two had it prepared in case at some point a monster decided to attack.

At fisrt, it was somewhat difficult to adapt to the idea of ​​leaving the camp, of course, but you loved each other, and you managed to build a small home.

For a moment you even thought that the disasters were over—oh, how wrong you were—. When you live with your boyfriend who has ADHD and dyslexia, any daily situation could become a complication.

Percy loved blue, he had always loved blue, it was his favorite color in the world. You had blue food in the refrigerator, some of the furniture and decorations in the apartment were blue and he wore blue clothes for all special occasions. But that day his fanaticism because of the color it went to another level. Percy was tired of always seeing his hair the same—black and with a white streak, a memory of one of his missions. For this reason, he decided to dye it.

What color? Blue, obviously.

Percy knew how to take care of himself, he had always done it, the problem was when he had to follow instructions, especially written on a box in which the letters moved around when he saw them.

After ten minutes of trying to decipher what he was saying, he simply applied the product, which soon burned.

You came home from shopping just when he was about to panic, not knowing if what he felt about the dye was normal. "Hello, love, em—." No more words came out of your boyfriend's mouth, who just looked at himself. to the mirror trying to fix the situation. His skin burned under the dye.