Nico di Angelo One-shots

Nico Serving Breakfast

Leico/Valdangelo/Neo

"How do you like your eggs?" I asked him.

"You can cook?"

"Heck yeah."

"Then, uh, scrambled."

I smirked and began his eggs. Him. I'm so happy I'm cooking for him, I'd much prefer to show off my skills to the McShizzle Supreme then anyone else.

When his eggs were done, I sprinkled some pepper on them, and flipped them onto his plate where the sausage and toast lays.

He took a bite, and his eyes lit up. I smiled sheepishly as my heart skipped a beat. "They're delicious!" he declares. I bet.

"Mamma and Papà will be joining for breakfast soon. They're sleeping in." I sit next to him with my own plate.

"Nico, your food is genius!" Leo continues mowing down.

Leo. I like his name.

I looked at his curly hair, like chocolate, his beautiful shining eyes. His caramel-like skin. His nose, so adorable... Oh, and his perfect eyebrows!

I did not just think that...

My cheeks turn red in embarrassment, even though I know he hasn't of heard my thoughts. "I'm going to go-"

"Nico, I need to tell you something."

My cheeks when back to their pale selves. I was surprised, he seemed...serious.

Then he cracked a smile, "Thanks, hot stuff."

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What?

"U-uh, Leo..."

"Thanks for breakfast, I should get going."

"You just arrived."

"What, gonna miss me?"

"I never said that."

"But you mean it," he smiled. "Bye."

I watched him casually leave my house through the front door. I sat in pondered the events that just played out.

I am already missing him.