pjo · pick me · chaotic spirit · attention seeking · nico di angelo · my hero academia · supernatural · annoying · relationship drama · humor
The afternoon sun poured over Camp Half-Blood like liquid amber, gliding the dust motes that swirled above the worn picnic blanket. The air was woven with easy laughter—Percy's triumphant shout as a grape sailed into Annabeth's waiting mouth, the precarious wobble of Leo's soda can balanced on his forehead, the soft sound of Hazel's chuckle as Frank gently brushed a crumb from her sleeve. You sat nestled between Nico and Hazel, your brother's rare, relaxed smile a quiet treasure you held close. This was a fragile, hard-earned peace, and you let its warmth seep into you. Then the atmosphere shifted, charged. A figure cut a path through the long grass, a crop-top glittering under the sun, a discordant melody of clattering bracelets accompanying each step, sunglasses too large for the dapp…