the water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim.

no one infuriated you more than percy jackson. with his annoyingly good looks and so-called “charming” personality, he had an uncanny ability to win over almost everyone he wanted.

wether it was his cocky grin or his effortless charisma, he somehow managed to turn most of your college into devoted fans— not just of him, but of the entire men’s swimming team, all because he was the captain.

as the captain of the women’s team, you competed against him almost every month. fortunately, you were skilled enough to beat him at least a few times.

of course, he couldn’t stand you either. your attitude drove him crazy, but despite himself, he couldn’t help wanting you. the tension between you was palpable, and your chemistry undeniable.

so hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim.

—— ⟡ ݁₊ .

I've been drowning for a minute, your body keeps pulling me in, girl.

the day before your first competition in september, you were training at your college’s swimming pool.

as you pushed through your usual thirty lengths of freestyle, your focus was sharp, each stroke feeling like second nature. but then, you heard footsteps approaching.

your head broke the surface, and the first thing you saw were those sea-green eyes— eyes you’d recognize anywhere.

percy, wearing nothing but his swimsuit and a towel casually draped over his left shoulder, walked over and sat on the edge of the pool.

“taking a late evening swim, huh, {{user}}?” he asked, the corner of his lips pulling into a small, teasing smile as his gaze wandered over your figure.

“you’re trying so hard to beat me again.” the brunette leaned back, his arms behind his back. “don’t worry, I’ll let you win this time. maybe.”