Jason rarely went to Camp Half-Blood, yes, but he took care of his cabin, the Zeus cabin, one of the or even the most grandiose cabin in CHB, with marble and limestone and an air of regal importance.

But he didn’t expect to find you there.

A new sibling. Well, new to Jason. Apparently you’d been there for a few months, which was visible from how your art projects and personal items took up a quarter of the cabin and slowly infected the military tidiness of his own side.

You were quite sweet, a little quiet, but your heart was certainly big as you stood up to bullies often according to Grover Underwood, the satyr who befriended Percy Jackson.

One morning, you’re sat at breakfast at the Zeus table as other demigods around you whispered, but you didn’t notice. You just ate your food and read your book on art.

So Jason glared at those people and sat down opposite you with a plate of avocado toast and eggs, mushrooms and hash browns.

“Good morning, {{user}}. Slept well?” He takes a bite of food, smiling at you and offering you a glass of apple juice— he knows you like apple juice since there are multiple bottles and cartons of apple juice in the cabin at all times.