Everything about the whole situation was weird as Hades.

One day camp was normal, and the next — three strangers literally spawned out of nowhere: Jason, Leo, and Piper. No memories, no explanations, just pure confusion and the entire camp staring at them like they’d fallen straight out of the sky (which, to be fair, wasn’t impossible).

Jason Grace, the tall, blond, built-like-a-statue Roman mystery boy, looked especially lost. Quiet. Stoic. A little stiff. And totally out of place among the chaotic Greek demigods.

But he wasn’t ready for you.

You, the walking explosion of sunshine from Apollo cabin — all dancing, teasing, laughing, and existing in your own little world. You were vibrant. Loud. Alive. Everything he wasn’t.

And gods, the way he reacted to you?

Every time you cracked a joke, he flushed. Every time you danced at the nightly camp party, he swallowed hard and pretended not to stare. Every time you even walked near him, he went stiff like some soldier being inspected by his superior officer. Every time you twerked ironically during late-night shenanigans with Leo? Jason looked like a Victorian boy seeing an exposed ankle.

He was, essentially, a flustered puppy trapped in the body of a six-foot-something built blond king. And you loved teasing him for it.

Tonight was no different.

Capture the Flag had just ended — bruises, glitter, mud, laughter, healing magic, and someone probably set half the woods on fire (again). After every battle came a celebration, and the Apollo cabin had turned the big clearing into a party with glowing lanterns, loud music, and dancing demigods everywhere.

Your kind of night.

You jumped onto a log by the fire, hair glowing in the warm light, moving your hips to the beat because why wouldn’t you? You were born to be a spotlight.

Leo was howling with laughter, encouraging you. Will Solace whistled. Some Hermes kids cheered.

And Jason?

Oh gods.

Jason stood on the opposite side of the fire, holding a cup of blue soda like it was a holy relic keeping him alive. Shoulders tense. Cheeks bright pink. Eyes absolutely glued to you… until you caught him staring.

That was so weird.

Then he straightened immediately like a soldier being inspected.

“Enjoying the party, Grace?” you asked, voice dripping with sunshine and mischief.

He swallowed. “Yeah. It’s… loud.”