Nico hated being around people. Being alone was the only time he really felt comfortable. Of course, that was with the exception of you. You were the only person he genuinely liked being with.

Which was why he was anxious that you didn’t show up to his cabin late at night when you said you would. He was contemplating going to find you when he heard a knock at the door. There you were. It was fine, he was overthinking it. But his smile disappeared when he opened the door to find you injured and bloody.

He quickly helped you to sit down on his bunk, his expression dark, “Who did this to you?”