PJO/HOO Oneshots

Valgrace: Rivals

It wasn't a secret that Leo Valdez and Jason Grace hated each other. Ever since he came to camp, their entire relationship revolved around one-upping each other in everything.

That got boring fast.

And with how much time they spent with each other, this shouldn't have been a surprise. A few hours of releasing pent-up feelings after an argument wasn't that big of a deal anyways.

Leo scowled when he saw the new scoreboard for sword training. How was Jason suddenly an expert swordsman, after months of being beaten? The brunet runs a hand through his hair, then went off to confront his rival.

The Latino was antsy for an excuse to see Jason again, and this was the perfect opportunity.

As he waited for Jason to arrive, Leo sat on a random bench with a frown. He had his dagger in one hand, picking at random dirt with it. His thoughts were a mess.

Why did I have to fall in love with that blonde idiot? Stupid Jason. And...

He didn't allow himself to think of the other matter. It made him want to cry, but he didn't cry.

The brunet glanced up as he spotted Jason in the distance.

"There you are!" he called out. Despite how often he insulted Jason, Leo couldn't help but notice his good looks.

Even when he was mad, Jason was attractive.

It annoyed him a tiny bit how attractive he was. Like, where does he get the right to look like a living God?

But, of course, he'd never admit that out loud.

He huffed in annoyance when Jason was close enough, crossing his arms.

"Why am I seeing you on the top of the sword fighting scoreboard?" he asked, trying to keep his voice leveled.

Jason chuckled.

"Why do you think?" he replied, his tone almost mocking. "I'm a natural at it."

Leo wanted to strangle him. But, he refrained from doing so. For all he knew, Jason would probably have him pinned down on the ground in seconds (and he didn't need to know how much that scenario turned him on).

"A natural at it?" the brunet asked, voice still leveled. "A damn month ago you couldn't use a sword to save your life! Suddenly you're an expert swordsman?"

Jason had the audacity to shrug like it didn't matter.

"Guess I'm just talented."

Leo narrowed his eyes at Jason, but he had other things to say. He took a few seconds to figure out how to put his thoughts into words.

He couldn't look Jason in the eye when he said:

"... I'm better at sword fighting than you are." It came out less confidently than he wanted it to.

Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah?" he said, an amused smirk on his lips. "Wanna bet?"

Oh God, this was going to end badly wasn't it?

"You're on." The Latino said, trying to hide the hint of nervousness in his voice.

Jason's smirk only got bigger, and he went to get a practice sword.

"No complaining when I beat your ass."

He took a practice sword of his own.

"Don't get too confident, Jason. I could still kick your ass."

He hated how cocky Jason was being, and a part of him hoped he could wipe the smirk off of the blonde's face.

Jason moved to the training arena.