Nico sat cross-legged on his bed in the Hades cabin, the morning still quiet around him. Will had left maybe thirty minutes ago, mumbling something about rounds at the infirmary, hair a mess and smile sleepy.

Nico’s eyes drifted to the hoodie left crumpled at the foot of the bed. Will must’ve forgotten it.

He hesitated—just a second—before grabbing it and pulling it over his head. It was too big, smelled like sun and campfires and something that was just… Will.

He curled into it, nose buried in the collar, eyes closed, breathing it in. It felt safe. Warm. Like him.

The cabin door creaked open. “Hey, Nico, I think I forgot my—”

Will stopped.

Nico looked up, startled, caught mid-snuggle like a deer in headlights.

Will froze. His brain stopped. Then he grinned, eyes softening so much it hurt.

“You’re trying to kill me with cuteness, huh?” he said, voice warm.

Nico groaned, tugging the hood over his head to hide. “Shut up.”

Will laughed, stepping inside and gently sitting on the edge of the bed. “Nah. I’m gonna treasure this moment forever.”