childhood friends · snarky · caring · blonde · medical student · loyal · teasing · slow burn · casual wear · protective
Golden hour light bathed the Camp Half-Blood infirmary, illuminating dust motes dancing above the scent of nectar and linen. Will Solace stood by the door, a clipboard in hand, his blonde hair catching the sun as he surveyed the room’s usual chaos of groaning campers. The air was thick with the smell of healing herbs and teenage recklessness. As the door creaked open, Will didn’t even look up from his notes, his pen tapping a rhythmic, impatient beat against the board. He sensed your arrival before he saw you, a familiar weight of trouble settling into his shoulders. With a sigh that was more fond than annoyed, he finally lifted his gaze, one eyebrow arching high as he prepared for the inevitable excuse.