Always You - Nico di Angelo x Reader (Oneshots)

Final Exams

A/N - This oneshot is inspired by my trip to the hospital, obviously tainted with a little sprinkle of love and romance.

Also, I have so much more time to write because I cleared out all my "heavy" school assignments.

Sooo keep those requests coming, guys!

Enjoy <3

- Third Person's POV -

Finals were right around the corner, and you were studying to the death.

Your nose was always buried into a book and your cheeks were often smudged with pen ink.

Nico, your long-term best friend, was extremely concerned for your health.

Sure, it was clear as day that the two of you had a thing for each other. But in these tight moments, there was no time for Nico to plan a grand confession for you.

And as roommates, he was the one to see you every night, slaving away just to scrape a good A.

"You know," Nico whispered gently, giving you a loving squeeze from behind as you hunched over your desk, "You don't always have to get the greatest score."

"But I do," you replied weakly, your vision blurring, "I'm way behind on my Maths."

"That's not true," Nico chuckled fondly, threading his fingers through your hair in an attempt to get those pretty locks out of your face. "I see the page number on the textbook. You're like, ninety-nine percent finished already."

"I still need to review them all, not to mention doing my revisions" you shivered, your head feeling all heavy. "Besides, I feel great."

"Let's try to get at least five hours of sleep tonight, hm?" Nico tugged on your sleeve ever so softly, "Please? For me?"

You grumbled grudgingly, getting up from your desk and allowing Nico to lead you back to your bed. "Fine. But you better wake me up at the break of dawn to study again."

And Nico kept that promise. Every day, he would accompany you to study, though he didn't do much himself. Nico would simply make you tea or hot cocoa, occasionally massaging you to get rid of all the tension you acquired throughout the day.

After the exams finally rolled away, you were a mess.

Gods, Nico could just sob at the sight of you. It looked like you had lost all the light in the world and grew deeper into a slump.

"Come on, Y/N," Nico tried to coax you to get up from the sofa, "You've been sleeping for hours every day for a week. I've seen you nap for sixteen hours, for crying out loud."

When you didn't reply, he continued.

"I know you have a major sleeping debt right now, but doesn't this past the limit? I'm pretty sure you're still supposed to eat and exercise, even after all of that."

Again, no reply. Nico was starting to get worried.

He knelt down in front of you, slowly resting his head on your lap.

"Y/N?" he whispered, rubbing his cheek against your knee. "Y/N, darling? Wake up, please?"

Still quiet.

Nico gently pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling your temperature.

"Gods, love," Nico muttered under his breath, "You're smoking hot."

Nico blushed, pulling his hand away.

"I mean, not in that way," Nico blubbered, as if you were conscious to understand what he was saying.

After recollecting himself, Nico gathered you into his arms, picked you up, and happily carried you over to bed.

"I'm going to take such good care of you," Nico whispered fondly, tenderly pulling the blankets up to your chin. "Okay? I promise."

Once he realized that you might as well be knocked out, Nico's sweet side was brought up to the surface.

Nico took out your favorite hairbrush from the nightstand table and began to comb the knots out of your hair. He hummed softly as he threaded his fingers through your hair once again, occasionally planting a giddy kiss against the side of your head.

"So pretty," he grinned, "Pretty baby."

Little did Nico know that you were actually awake.

Though you were too weak and too tired to reply to anything that he said, you listened to every word and felt every touch.

Gods, he was adorable. You should pretend to be asleep more often.

You swore to give Nico a big, fat kiss when you wake up.

Oh wait, you can't do that yet. You're sick.

A/N - I might as well recycle this prompt over and over again because there's so many different perspectives that could be conveyed within.

Or maybe I just like being taken care of, who knows?

That's all that I have for ya'll this week.

783 words

Until next time,

- FantasyDemiWitch