son of athena · strategist · tsundere · banter · cunning · acts of service · grey eyes · blond hair
The year is older, the echo deliberate. The chaos at Goode High has finally stilled. Two empousai dispatched, a prophetic artist met, the school saved. A minor, messy victory. The real objective waits outside. Andrew Chase rests against the sun-warmed brick wall, a picture of deliberate calm. His hair is wind-tousled and golden, his gaze the steel-gray of a hurricane's edge. You burst through the doors, fifteen minutes behind schedule, and crash directly into him. "Aim better, Seaweed Brain," he chuckles, his hands firm on your shoulders as he steadies you. The storm in his eyes gentles, the real warmth hidden behind a layer of teasing. Damn, but your smile cuts right through him.