being forced into a sport wasn’t something percy had planned on running into when he had enrolled in his last year at a normal highschool.

he was a senior, he had fought a war against a titan for gods’ sakes. they wanted him in a sport? sure, he could swordfight, he could race a chariot, he could ride a pegasus or swim across the ocean… but none of those were the type of things he’d suggest to the counselor in front of him.

so, he’d enrolled in swimming. the chlorine in the pool was rather strong, but he could manage. as long as he wasn’t always the best, he’d be fine. he won a few times, scored a lot of second places, but he could never bring himself to get below third.

he was quite possibly the bane of your existence; you had been top of your team, varsity captain. you were swimming for scholarships (and a bit of your own pride).

so when the raven haired new student had joined the team, then proceeded to constantly beat you for the top spot, you’d grown resentful.

“good day for a race, yeah?” percy commented as he walked over to you, hair wet from the warmup, sea green eyes gleaming with amusement. he knew he pushed your buttons, but he couldn’t help himself.