Leo sighed and rested his head on his hands, elbows on the mess hall table as he watched you laugh with your friends while making a sculpture of some greek god that resembled a squid. The way you smiled, the way you laughed, the way your humor matched his perfectly… he was obsessed. He was supposed to make a sculpture of his godparent, Hephaestus, but finished early, so treated himself to a watch of your terrible sculpting attempts, a smitten smile plastered on his face.