Death Boy POV

"Ugh," I sigh, annoyed with Percy's comment. Will grabs my hand, and we run off. 

Will was holding my hand. Like, really really holding my hand. Wait, no, don't think like that, Nico. You can't let another  person in, they will literally just break your hear-- HOLY HADES HE'S HOT WHEN HE'S SWEATING. NO NO NO NO NICCOLO NO! You DON'T think like that! What would Bianca think? She would be so disappointed in me... she probably doesn't even approve of my relationship with Will! She probably thinks-- Okay, I REALLY want to kiss him! Stop it! Ughhhh!

"Where are we going?" I say, out of breath, as I rip my hand away from his, and look up. "Wow... it's beautiful..."

"I know," Will says, and looks me in the eye. Dam, Will, you were really reciting those cringey Halmark lines overnight, huh?

"Do you remember... ahh, nevermind..."

"No, what is it? Tell me?" Will pleads, showing the other side of him, which is just as precious and sweet as the first.

"Fine... Will, it's just that... it's Bianca's death day today. And... by that I mean... she not only died on this day, but once we found out we were Hades' children, we started calling our birthdays our death days, and so..."

"It's her birthday?!" Will asks, excited.

"Not exactly, yes, but... she also died 3 years ago today."

"Oh, so when is her birthday?" Will asks, clueless.

I hesitate, but finally, utter the single word, "today,"

At first, you can tell Will doesn't understand, but once he does, his face shifts. He starts breaking down and sobbing. "She died on her birthday?"

I smirk, oh, I have some serious mental health issues to smirk, as I should be the one sobbing right now, not Will. But here we are.

"Will?" I ask, softly.

"Yeah?" Will responds, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"You're a really cry baby, you know that."

"Yeah, and you're really mean!" Will retorts.

"Oh, I can be mean..." I say, and lift Will to his feet. I pull Will in a tight embrace, and heat rises to his cheeks.

"What are you..." he asks, then relaxes a little. He lifts his head off my shoulders, and looks me directly in the eye.

"I love you, Nico di Angelo."

"I..." I try to say the words, but they won't come out. All I can do is stare at his beautiful face. All of his features, and all the flaws that make him more beautiful, somehow.

Will stares at me, and after about 5 horrible seconds of waiting, leans in for a kiss.