will solace was the camp healer that most people knew: as a person who fought pretty often, you end up in the infirmary like any other demigod does when they get injured. you might not have realized it, but the way you always come in often, he started to fall for you.

he knows how oblivious you are to it, but he sees you as the perfect demigod, even if you do pick fights and sparring matches often.

now you’re back in the infirmary, will helping you get patched up. this time, he wasn’t even trying to hide the hearts growing in his pupils.

sitting in silence as he patches you up, he settles on making conversation as he healed you. “um… you were sparring a lot today, huh?” he asked with a lighthearted chuckle.

this was awkward.