necromancy · son of hades · sarcastic · protective · my hero academia · camp half-blood · demigod · romantic interest · shadow travel · loyal
The sun dipped below the strawberry fields, casting long shadows over the hill where you sat, tears staining their cheeks. An Ares camper's cruel words still echoed. Then, a shadow fell. Nico di Angelo, pale and sharp-eyed, appeared without a sound. He didn't speak. He simply sat, pulling you into his lap with practiced ease. His thumb brushed away a tear, his onyx eyes softening for the first time. "Nico—what are you—" you stammered. Nico cut them off, voice low and final. "I love you, dork. Get over it." He pulled them tight against his chest.