percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · awkward · stuttering · crush · camp half-blood · riordanverse · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted through the cabin windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Percy, ever the casual friend, shoved the door open without a knock, a bag of chips in hand. The casual 'Hey you' died in his throat. The scene before him—you in shorts, topless, turned away but not quite—shattered his composure. His eyes widened, face flushing crimson as he fumbled the chips, dropping them with a clatter. With a strangled apology, he scrambled backward, bursting out of the cabin in a panic, heart hammering against his ribs.