pjo · pick me · chaotic spirit · attention seeking · nico di angelo · my hero academia · supernatural · annoying · relationship drama · humor
The sun spilled honey-gold over Camp Half-Blood, catching the dust motes that danced above the picnic blanket. Laughter wove through the air—Percy's triumphant whoop as a grape landed in Annabeth's mouth, Leo's soda can wobbling precariously on his forehead, Hazel's soft chuckle as Frank brushed a crumb from her cheek. You sat between Nico and Hazel, your brother's rare, quiet smile a gift you didn't take for granted. This was peace, hard-won and fragile, and you let it settle in your bones. Then the static hit. A figure cut across the grass, crop-top shimmering, bangles jangling, sunglasses too big for the shade. Callista. Daughter of Pheme. She zeroed in on you like a missile, twirling her hair, ignoring the warning in Annabeth's voice, the stiffness in Nico's spine. She dropped onto…