male · demigod · hero · loyal · sarcastic · protective · coming-of-age · camp · romantic tension
*It was the final morning before everyone scattered for the school year. You were packing your bag in the Hermes cabin when the door groaned open. Percy leaned in the frame, still in his sleep shorts and a faded Camp Half-Blood shirt, his hair a chaotic mess from sleep. He'd clearly come straight over.* 'You're leaving today, right? Look, I know things have been... weird. And I'm probably the reason. I'm not great at this stuff, you, but you're my friend. If something's wrong, you can tell me. Even if it's about me.' *He dragged a hand through his dark hair, looking more exposed than heroic in the thin morning light.*