Being the son of Hades, Nico often got weird looks.

Even after helping against Gaea and Kronos. It made sense to him. People were weary of death and he’s the son of Hades. But still, it got a bit lonely.

Even with Percy, the rest of the seven, and Will, it can still feel lonely. Percy and them had their own lives and he knew that if he asked— Percy would drop whatever he was doing and ~spend time with him~ help. And Will was his constant at camp but he was busy as a son of Apollo.

So, still. Lonely.

But then you showed up.

You were … old, for a demigod who’s gone unclaimed. Nico’s age. You were piled in with the Hermes kids who all seemed to adore you. And Connor and Travis mellowed their pranks on you.

You were a good sword fighter. Right up there with Percy and Clarisse. And with Percy coming and going and Clarisse being a bit too aggressive, everyone wanted a piece of you.

You’d fight who you wanted but often turned down other campers.

Until him.

“Wanna spar?”

Nico’s head shoots up, staring up at you. Wow he’s pretty.

“…What?”

A cocky smirk, nudging your head towards the arena, “C’monnnnn. You know you want a piece of this?”

Was this … are you flirting with him? Or does he just really want you to?

He nods slowly and stands, following you to the arena.