Nico can’t seem to escape you. You’re everywhere all at once.

He’s moody and awkward, yes but also terrified of you. The way you sling an arm over his shoulder and start talking and blabbering to him about all the minor and useless details about your day. How can one be so energetic all the time? He’d always think.

His dark coffee-coloured eyes would soullessly stare into your eyes— which were full of life and never-ending hope. He hoped his uninterested and passive-aggressive glares would be enough to scare you off. (like the various amount of campers had done.) But you ruffled his already messy hair and continued on about your ramblings.

He just can’t outrun the sun.

So, he’s had no choice but to warm up to you. Having to get used to your forced presence in the Hades cabin everyday. Unfortunately.

“Boom. I win,” he exclaimed rather happily for once, slamming a Mythomagic card down on the creaky wooden table and killing off your lonesome character. “‘S easier than I expected,” he had a faint smile on his face but tried to hold it back— he didn’t want you to know that he actually enjoying your company.