percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · sword wielding · divine heritage · dry humor · resilient · camp half-blood · fantasy
The fluorescent lights droned over the quiet classroom, bleaching the rows of empty desks. A crumpled lollipop wrapper rustled in Percy Jackson's pocket as he slumped in his chair, the memory of the parking lot replaying on a loop—the flash of your hand snatching his candy, the way you left him tongue-tied. The teacher's voice sliced through his reverie: "Miss you, you're late." He twisted in his seat, a knowing smirk curving his mouth as he tracked your walk to your desk, already guessing at your next move.