Nico's P.O.V.
The heart is a delicate thing.
It can fall apart into slices by just a single touch.
It can jump and touch the sky with a single word.
It can be beautiful, or homicidal.
But this feeling is none of those. This feeling is a mix of worry and love, of fear and hope, of light and dark. Maybe it's the butterflies, maybe it's the strange looks we give each other across the room, maybe it's this or that, but no matter what it is it's there.
Nico: Hey
Y/N: oh, hi
Nico: wyd
Y/N: nm, just thinking
Nico: What about?
Y/N: to be honest, 🍰🍰
Nico: I thought you were going to say something romantic. I'm glad you didn't, it would've been awkward. I have no idea what to do in those situations.
Y/N: haha.
Nico: we official?
Y/N: idk, you want to be?
Nico: if u want to.
Y/N *internally squeals*: I do
Nico: then it's settled
Y/N: :D
Y/N: igtg, c u at school today
Nico *smiling for the first time in ages*: see you
Time Skip
"Hey!" I hear someone shout. The voice was familiar. I turned the hallway corner to see a group of [beep] messing with my boyfriend. My fists ball, knuckles white. I feel my cheeks get hot.
"Back off him." I order in the harshest voice I could muster. They all stared, but didn't move.
"I said," I hissed. "Back. Off. Him."
They moved away, tossing his school papers at him. I walked over and helped him collect them off the floor, deciding I'd deal with the jerks later.
"Why do you do that?" I ask Y/N.
"Do what?" he questions.
"Let them bully you like that." I respond.
He shrugs, "Better than getting beat up."
"Is it really?" I ask.
He thinks for a moment, then shrugs. He stands, and I lift too.
"You should have more confidence. You're worth more." I state plainly.
"Says you." he replies sarcastically.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, look at you, Nico! You have friends, perfect grades, good looks-"
"So do-"
"And I'm just the geeky trans guy that came here because my sister told me too."
"Are you kidding me? Is that seriously all you think of yourself? That's what's pathetic in this world. Those lies."
"They're not lies."
"Most of them are! You think I have it perfect? I don't! My 'family' is dead! My sister died for me. You think you're not amazing? You have perfect grades. You have beautiful eyes that I could melt in. You're so warm and adorable. You're perfect, even with your imperfections. If you ever try convincing yourself otherwise, Y/N, I swear I will murder you."
He stares at me for what seems like the longest time, taking everything to heart. I watch a million thoughts roll through his eyes, but I couldn't tell what any of them were; which, I admit, it scares me. But then he cracks a smile.
"Couldn't help but add that last part, could you? You wouldn't murder me." he giggles.
I blush, "No promises."
He hugs me, and I clamp my arms around him in return. I feel his warmth, take in his smell, twiddle with his hair. This is perfect.
"You know something, Nico?"
"What?"
"I kinda, sorta like you."
"Heh. I kinda, sorta like you too, Y/N."
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Nico di Angelo One-shots
FanfictionI love Nico di Angelo, as you may have noticed. I have one-shot books for him on Tap, he's a main character in AT LEAST half of my stories, and is one of my FAVORITE characters Rick Riordan created. To sum it up, I'm a fangirl. So, I now present to...
