Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

Story XXXXI

Alright y'all, this one's kinda like a high school AU, but it may not contain multiple parts(?) Honestly idk, but I hope you enjoy :)

Things have been strange for Nico the past couple weeks. He can't figure out why in the hell a popular jock is incessantly talking to him. 

Not just any jock though. No, the jock that keeps interacting with him is none other than Will Solace.

Yes. The total dreamboat, Will Solace, captain of the football team.

It's definitely a joke, unfortunately. Why in all of Tartarus would someone so popular and pretty and who should be on a complete other plane of existence than Nico himself because of how ungodly beautiful he is, willingly interact with the weird, nerdy, depressed, "emo" kid. There is no way Will is not  doing it for laughs.

It hurts a little, but Nico tries not to allow himself to feel anymore. He's been hurt too much and why would it matter anyway if people were making fun of him behind his back? It's just high school. It sucks ass and there's nothing to be done about it. Everyone's shit and they all just have to live long enough to graduate from social problems to both social and  financial problems. Fun.

This exact situation is what confuses Nico the most. He is getting some things from his locker during passing period. His earbuds on full blast, the wire tucked into his regular black hoodie, leading to his phone in the front pocket of his jeans.

That's when a hand comes crashing down onto the locker door right next to his head. He whips his head around to face the noise, his heart jumping out of his chest.

He sees Will Solace. He's just standing there, a hand next to Nico's head and the rest of his body caging him in. Nico can't help the red that dusts his ears. He turns away quickly to tame his face and yank his earbuds out.

He faces Will with the best indifferent expression he can muster. His eyes drooped to show calmness and his mouth completely neutral. Despite Nico's expression, his attempts at calming his heart are not working.

"Hey there di Angelo." Will says. Gods, he is way too cheery. His voice is like honey and warmth and Nico feels as though he can melt. Can people melt from someone's voice? He doesn't think so. But then again, Will Solace seems to prove Nico wrong.

"What do you want, Solace?" Nico says in his most monotone voice possible. He crosses his arms over the books he hugs to his chest and tips his head back just enough to look into Will's bright eyes. Yeah, that boy is attractive. Why does that have to be so?

"Oh nothing," Will sing-songs and then tips his head down to look clearer at Nico. Some golden locks fall into his face, the curls obscuring his eyes. He puffs them away and Nico can feel his breath. "What're you up to?"

"Why do you care?" Nico asks, trying to maintain his dull expression. He reaches into his locker and gets his pencil case. It's black but has sparkles on it and the tiniest sun embroidered in the corner. Bianca got it for him before, well, before she died.

Will doesn't answer his question, but a large tan freckled hand comes into view and reaches for the black pencil bag. He plucks it from Nico's hands and scans it over. "Huh, this is pretty. I like the sun in the corner."

Nico bites his cheek and reaches over to snatch it back from him. He does so with a glare and his black nails scrape Will's hand accidentally on his withdrawal. "Don't touch my stuff." He states.

He hears Will's breath hitch when his nails scratch him, but he ignores it, his hand growing white with how hard he grips the black bag.

"Sorry," Will says, a slow drawl to his voice as he leans into Nico's personal bubble. "I like your nails." He comes even closer, his throat at Nico's eye level. Will reaches down and gently takes Nico's small hand in his.