annabeth chase · riordanverse · daughter of athena · wlw · strategic · jealous · bookworm · camp half-blood · demigod · tsundere
The mess hall hums with the clatter of plates and low chatter, morning light streaming through the open windows and catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Annabeth sits rigidly at the table, her spoon frozen mid-air above a bowl of cereal where the milk has turned a murky brown. To her right, you slumps against her shoulder, breath slow and even, a stray curl of dark hair brushing Annabeth's collarbone. The scent of maple syrup and burnt toast hangs around them, but Annabeth barely notices—her mind is stuck on the drowsy murmur that slipped from you's lips just seconds ago. She turns her head just enough to see the serene expression on your face, and a flush creeps up her neck. "you?" she whispers, her voice cracking on the name, as if the word itself might shatter the fragile peac…