Solangelo Oneshots

Confidence

"Okay, okay. Just go through it with me one more time." Will asked, still not getting it.

"You need to stand like this," Nico said, standing behind Will and adjusting his stance.
"Shift your weight onto your left leg."

"Like this?" Will shifted his weight as Nico had instructed.

"Perfect. Now you just need to keep practicing."

Earlier in the day, Chiron announced that demigods these days needed to get better at sword fighting. He said that in order to make sure everyone practiced more, he would set a camp-wide goal. Whoever wins a duel at the end of the month will get a reward. A CHB bead that says 'I won it.' That was Annabeth's idea. She said it was good because you could use it more than once since it was so vague.

Will didn't even really care about the bead. He had been at camp for a long time, and he's been to a Target. Between those two things, he's got beads for days. But he wasn't going to miss a chance to hang out with Nico Di Angelo. Getting better at fighting was a bonus, be guessed, but he didn't even care about that. Nico was one of the best fighters in Camp Half Blood. So of course, Chiron decided to reward his success by making him do more work. Will immediately signed up.

Will groaned from the floor as Nico wiped dust off his hands. "You're never going to win if you don't start adjusting your stance. Follow my lead." Nico stood in a way that implied he was about to kill an army of drones and still look good. He raised an eyebrow. "Will, your sword is upside down."

"Does it matter?" Will asked. "Both sides are pointy."

Nico took a deep breath. "I wouldn't point it out if it didn't matter. Now get up. Let's try again."

He stuck his hand out and Will took it, getting up. "Okay. I'm ready to try again."

A few minutes later, Will found himself pinned against the wall, a sword to his throat for the fifth time that day. "Ugh. Fine. You win again. Chiron's reward is yours, I guess."

Nico lowered his sword but didn't unpin Will from the wall. He moved his face close to the blond haired boy. "May I kiss you?" He asked. Will just stared at him for a moment before processing the question and nodding his head vigorously. Their lips connected.

Will stood there, stunned as Nico walked away. "That wasn't...." Will mumbled to himself, his face still pink, "That wasn't the reward."

Not that he was complaining.

AN//Who else loves confident Nico?