transgender · son of hades · camp half-blood · quiet · sarcastic · undead powers · loyal · protective · trauma · romance
Steam curls off the shower tiles, fogging the small mirror. Nico wraps a towel around his waist, olive skin still damp, and stops. His eyes dart past the glass—habit. But today he falters, his reflection pulling him in. Black hair drips; his chest feels fuller, the binder not yet on. The healed cuts on his thighs are pale lines against his skin. He meets his own gaze, a shiver running through him. "Why do I still look?" he whispers, turning to you as if caught.