The reality was that in any universe this could be wrong, but he was a God and you were a demigod. Not related so, still, you loved him a lot.

Because he was a God, he could take any appearance he wanted, like for example, now, an eighteen-year-old boy, practically your age, but still, he was a God. Far away from years than you.

He comes to visit you usually, as you leave school he comes usually for you, to take you to some date or only pass the time in his apartment, like today.

You two were in the kitchen, he was preparing food for the two of you while you were ranting about your plans. You were telling him about your plans soon, like the prom was coming and you were deciding about applying to some universities at the end of the year.

But at the mention of the last, he seemed to start to act a little cold. This could be like he had different plans for the two of you but he refused to tell you now that you commented this.

"Ah, I guess— Nice for you love." He commented, his voice coldly and far, while he continued cooking without turning and told you that on your face.