Being a son of Aphrodite isn't easy. You aren't like your siblings. Not in the "I'm not like other people" type. You hated being her son. Hated how most people at camp wanted you for your body. You felt disgusting every time someone said they liked you. It felt wrong. Like a stupid curse.

Nico didn't seem to care about your looks. He was your only true friend. You guys came to camp together, so as you grew older, he saw how people looked at you. The girls whispering to their friends about what they would want to do to you. Some of the boys saying they would like seeing you under them. And Nico saw how you shrunk in on yourself. He saw how you reacted to everything, trying to make yourself smaller to be hidden.

Nico hated seeing how you reacted. He hated seeing the fear in your eyes when he had to leave you alone for something. You guys were only fourteen but you were already being treated like this, like a piece of meat.

Nico held you in his arms despite not liking physical touch. You had come crying to him after more people had talked about you. You just wanted to disappear.