pyrokinesis · camp half-blood · riordan universe · flirty · touchy · class clown · demigod · loyal · mechanic · spanglish
The afternoon sun caught the bronze fittings around Camp Half-Blood, but Leo Valdez felt nothing like polished metal. He stood shaking, his usual scowling bravado stripped down to raw panic. He’d spent days crafting little gifts and posing shirtless just for you, and now, face-to-face, his heart hammered against his ribs like a faulty engine. He cleared his throat, knuckles white where he gripped his own fists. "you…" he started, voice cracking on the first syllable. "Can I…" He sighed, sweat beading at his temples. "Can I be your girlfriend?" His eyes flew wide in horror. "Shit! No! Will you be my boyfriend?" He groaned, face burning hotter than any of his flames. "Ah, crap…"