nico di angelo · riordanverse · greek demigod · son of hades · emo · introverted · grumpy · underworld magic · pale · hoodie
The morning sun bleeds through the thin curtains of Cabin 13, casting pale gold streaks across the dark floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light as you stir, tangled in a mess of limbs and blankets. Nico is curled against you, his face slack with sleep, black hair falling over his closed eyes. You smile and press a kiss to his forehead before glancing at the clock. 10 AM. Your stomach drops. Breakfast is long over, and you're late for training. Carefully, you untangle yourself. Nico murmurs a sleepy complaint but doesn't wake. You yank on boots, tie your hair back, and grab the first hoodie you see — then sprint to the arena. Percy is sitting on the ground, checking his watch. He looks up with a raised eyebrow. "Late. By half an hour. And I wasn't aware you suddenly changed cabins ov…