A/N: Sorry for the delay, here's a few new chapters.
Nico tried to pull on his old armour, the armour that had for him snugly for a few years. But now it was tight and he couldn't swing properly. The leather pulled at his arms and he could barely raise his sword, let alone fight. He knew he'd grown taller but that wasn't the problem.
Nico pulled off the armour and looked at himself in the mirror. Maybe he had filled out a bit, he turned side to side, checking he was alone before pulling off his long sleeved shirt. His torso was ridged with scars new and old. But he definitely had an outline of a six pack and his muscles were toned and defined. Not like frank defined but he didn't have the gangly body of a 14 year old anymore. Maybe the war had done some good. Nico heard approaching footprints and hastily pulled his shirt over his exposed body.
'Nico! Oh... There you are.' Jason smiled pulling off his jacket.
'You kinda ran off, you good?' He asked. Nico nodded.
'Damn armour doesn't fit.' Jason chuckled.
'Not surprised.'
Nico blushed. What was that supposed to mean? Jason turned and was rifling through a chest of spare armour. Surely Jason didn't notice the fact Nico had built up? Do straight guys even notice that... Jason turned and caught Nico staring. He smiled slightly.
'Here.' He handed Nico a bigger set and Nico shrugged it on, it fit perfectly.
They exited the tent and joined the group of demigods stretching on the green.
'Pipes!' Jason called and ran off to join his girlfriend and the rest of the group from the Aphrodite cabin- who instead of stretching were applying makeup and checking themselves out in each other's shields. Nico stood awkwardly on the side of the group, rocking back and forth waiting for instruction.
'Di Angelo.' Nico jumped and the ground beneath his feet burnt slightly.
'Shit solace don't do that.' Nico muttered running the goosebumps on his neck down. The older boy chuckled and awkwardly swung his sword by his side.
'Campers!' The loud voice of Chiron boomed over the green. 'Partner practice to start. Blocking and defence.'
Nico looked at Will, he was still there smiling like an idiot
'Well partner?' He smirked.
Nico swallowed a moan down as the two walked to an emptier part of the field.
'Careful Angelo, I've been working on my swordsmanship.' Winked Will. Nico couldn't help but roll his eyes.
'Yeah 'cos I didn't just fight a damn war.' He mumbled
'What?' Will asked.
'Nothing.'
Will stopped and began stretching, his armour rising up slowly to show his impressive v, leaving Nico feeling considerably hotter than five seconds ago. Nico didn't stretch he just watched. Will swung his sword a few times.
'Like what you see?' He smirked.
'What...?' Nico spluttered. Will just laughed to himself.
'Are you ready to fight or not?' Nico spat.'
Will shrugged and took stance, blade pointed at Nico. Nico raised his sword and burst into action. Will stumbled surprise and barred Nico's attacks. Nico fought furiously but he could tell by the look on Wills face he couldn't keep up, he was barely deflecting Nico's hits and continuously left himself open. A bead of sweat dripped down Will's cheek and Nico stopped.
'What?' Gasped Will. 'Why'd you stop?'
Nico sighed. 'You're leaving yourself too open, I could hit you too easily.'
Will shook his head. '
'Don't worry about me death boy, I got this.'
He advanced on Nico but he easily deflected every hit.
'You're not even trying!' Will shouted at Nico.
'Because if I try I'll hurt you.
Will frowned. 'Just fight!' He shouted advancing again.
He was angry. Why the hell was he mad? Nico thought.
'Fight dammit!' Will spat sweating a lot more now.
Nico was getting frustrated. What the hell does he want? If he wants a fight I'll give him one. Nico parred Wills blade, turned on his heel and knocked the blade from Wills hand and stumbled sideways, knocking Will onto the floor.
'Fuck.' Will cursed breathing heavy.
'You need to work on your blocking.' Nico mumbled, turning on his heel./
'No.' Will said stumbling to his feet. 'Again.' He picked up his blade.
'Will...'
'AGAIN.' Will roared.
Nico gripped his sword and ran to hit will. Metal hit metal as Will became more angry and more sloppy in his moves. Nico managed to side step him and his blade pointed to the base of Will's throat. Will dropped his sword. Nico lowered his.
'I just can't get it.' Will said furiously wiping his brow.
You just need practice.' Nico said.
'Lots of practice.' Will muttered. 'I'm a demigod who can't fight, isn't that a joke.'
Nico frowned. 'You're not tha-' Nico tired but Will stepped up to him, his stormy eyes burning into Nico's.
'Yes, yes I am.'
He looked hurt. Really hurt. And it made Nico feel terrible. Will sighed and turned to walk away.
'I'll help you.' Nico said, his throat dry.
'No offence death boy but...'
'But what? You think I can't teach you because I'm younger than you. Well I just beat you twice solace. I don't offer help often so when I do, I would take it.'
Nico was breathing heavily now. He didn't know why he was so mad. He was angry everyone seemed to doubt him because of his age. He was better than that.
Wills features softened.
'You think you could help.' He mumbled.
Nico nodded. Will smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes./div
'Then it's a date.'This time he really did walk away. And Nico let him.
A/N: Every time I write on my phone I have to decode it ugh it takes so long, anyway enjoy.