How'd you feel if your best friend and first and only crush had been stricken into a year coma? This story is based off of the Seven Deadly Sins, with the characters King and Diane and more. I do not own the Seven Deadly Sins, nor the characters King and Diane. Rated M. I should be updating every 2-3 days! And if not I'll let you guys know! :3

When Will woke up that morning, he didn't guess that the day would change his life. I guess you never realize that something's a big moment until long after the fact, that's always been true. You don't typically wake up and know "today I'm going to meet the love of my life." Though, that's just how it works, sometimes. Note: This is a Hanahaki fic so. Research that, don't like, don't read. Tw: Puking, mentions of medication, mentions of anxiety, panic attack description in chapter 21 Cover Art Credit: Cindersart on Tumblr

Mute, silent, and alone. That's how I feel most of the time. Mute, because I can't talk. I can't voice an opinion or cry out in pain or frustration. Silent, because nobody seems to care. It's like I'm not even noticeable when I walk in a room sometimes. Alone, because there's nobody for me. My friends end up ditching me, always. I don't want to feel like this, and a mysterious stranger seems to have the same thoughts about my emotions. Mute, heard, and happy. ||| I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS, ALL CREDITS TO RICK RIORDAN |||

Nico di Angelo is a forensic pathologist, well, training to be one. He spends his days examining dead bodies and learning how they died. Pretty cool, right? Will Solace is training to be a nurse. His goal is to prevent as many bodies from needing to be examined as possible. He wanted to save people. When these two move in together, many adventures follow, because honestly, what else can you expect when two complete opposites try to coexist? As time goes on they learn that maybe they aren't so different after all. Characters belong to Rick Riordan, but the plot and all that belong to me. Also, none of the art belongs to me, I just find it on the interweb. I did make the cover, but again, images were not mine. I can't draw to save my life. (65,742 words)