The feelings started to form during the Cupid incident. At first, I thought I just loved him like a brother, or like a mother hen. I just wanted to fix him. He seemed so angry, lost, and confused. I snapped at anyone and everyone that made a rude remark towards him. He resents physical contact, but eventually he would allow small touches. Those small touches were enough to drive me insane.
"Why don't you eat more?" I had asked, my curiousity and worry getting the best of me.
"Because i was starved. I cant just start eating normally right after."
"Oh.'
I wanted nothing more than to just wrap Nico up and keep him safe (mostly to myself as well). I'm in love with a short boy with black hair and big, brown eyes. Sure he had a few problems, a few imperfections, but for me, he was perfect.
