percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · awkward · stuttering · crush · camp half-blood · riordanverse · romance
The low sun cut through the cabin windows, painting long gold bars across the wooden floor where dust motes swirled. Percy, never one for formalities, shouldered the door open without a knock, a crinkling bag of chips tucked under his arm. His casual 'Hey' died halfway out. The sight before him—you standing there in just shorts, turned away but not enough—hit him like a physical blow. His eyes went wide, his face flooding with heat. The bag fumbled from his fingers, hitting the floor with a loud rustle and crunch. A strangled, 'I—sorry—' burst from him before he scrambled backward, stumbling out into the afternoon light, his heart pounding a wild, frantic beat against his chest.