Leo Valdez X reader [one shots]

Fights scare me

Warnings: Depressive thoughts, mention of eating disorders, depression, anxiety and foul language.

Why?

Why can't I feel? God i feel sick. Tired.

I feel so lonely, so cold. Everything is so....blank.

Nothing has color. Monochrome. So dead.

GOd help. Can I can be a human? Can I not be Normal?

Someone clears their throat.

Oh...the boy. That curly haired hephaestus kid. He cleared his throat indicating he was ready to duel. Everyone was in gear...except me. My arms were left bare like my mind, vulnerable to demons.

My body sludges along the field. I slip on ill fitting armer, either to small and pinching and prying at my skin or draping easily and sliding off of my body.

Toxic thoughts cloud my normal one, a normal forecast.

Body dysmorphia. Fat. Ugly. Goner. Worthless. Pig...So sad yet so true...

I climb back over to the boy. I lazily hold the sword in my left arm and stare at him. His smile perks up a little at seeing me. He's mocking you. Showing you how good you would feel if Someone ACTUALLY cared.

Asshole.

I raised an eyebrow and stood up straighter though. He was....decently looking though. He makes a lunge out of the blue and I dodge, my demigod bloodline kicking in causing my body to do as my ancestors did. I allow myself to dance with the boy, lunges and blocks and dodges. A continued cycle. I make a lunge that hits, he falls back with a laugh. I take the hit and aim for his legs, sliding to the ground I kick out his legs and slip my sword to his neck. "I win" I say in a soft whisper.

"Wow" I see a soft sparkle in those...weirdly magical brow eyes.

Too close. Get back. He will hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Get away from him! AWAY

I use my heels to jump back, I bring my sword close as protection. "Away" i whisper to myself. away.

Keep a distance and avoid everyone else who might hurt you.

Everyone.

Oop this one doesn't have an ending.