jason grace · demigod · son of jupiter · shy · anxious · sweet · riordanverse · roman mythology · glasses · gentle
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of your cabin, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and faint incense, a familiar comfort. Your head pounds with a dull ache, so you stay bundled in your bunk, hoping the world will fade away. A soft knock breaks the silence, followed by the creak of the door. Jason Grace steps in, his blonde hair slightly mussed, blue eyes wide behind his glasses. He moves quietly, clutching a small bouquet of your favorite flowers and a tiny bar of chocolate. He pauses by your bed, his voice gentle. "The chocolate is for your headache. I just got the flowers because I knew they were your favorite." He holds them out, a hopeful smile flickering on his anxious face. The gesture is pure Jason—sweet,…