Will's
POV
Taking a deep breath, I silently crept away from the bathroom door. All I'd come for was to make sure Nico was alright. For weeks, whenever anyone brought up Nico or he was somewhere nearby, all of my friends and siblings would tease me relentlessly. I knew they were just kidding, I don't think anyone knew that I was gay, and even if they had the slightest idea that I was, I'm sure they had no idea that it was Nico that I'd been obsessing over. I tried to walk away as soon as he was brought up. It wasn't that I was ashamed of Nico, just that I wasn't ready for everyone to know.
When I heard about Nico's cut I'd immediately ran over to the Hades cabin, caring more about the fact that Nico was hurt than that I was going to get teased about it later. I'd knocked about three times with no answer. Finding the cabin door unlocked I'd entered, worried that something had happened to Nico on the way over here.
Noticing the empty cabin, I was about to leave when I heard the running water. Furrowing my eyebrows, I walked over to the door, gently pressing my ear against it. All I'd expected to hear at the most was Nico shuffling around inside, possibly the sound of gauze being unraveled. But no, oh no, I'd heard...I'd heard so much more. I knew, the moment the first moan met my ears. I was about to leave and let Nico carry on with his 'business', but then I'd heard it, my name. Nico Di Angelo had called out my name while he was doing...it.
So now here I am, quietly trying to leave the Hade's cabin without Nico hearing me. I wasn't sure exactly how to feel. Part of me want to jump with joy at the prospect of Nico actually liking me. Another part wanted to burst into that bathroom and jump on him, but I knew now was definitely not the time.
I would find some way to approach Nico, and tell him I liked him. Whoa, I knew that Nico liked me, and I definitely liked him, but...the idea of going up to him and saying something along the lines of 'hey, Nico, I like you and really want to be your boyfriend', well, it kind of, maybe, terrified me. Yes, he liked me. But, what would he say. Would it be like one of those stupid cliché movies where he would flash me that killer smile of his and we'd immediately start dating? Or would it be like one of those also stupid cliché movies where he'd deny it for a while but eventually realize that he was being an idiot and, again, we'd immediately start dating?
I hate the uncertainty you get whenever you like someone, it sucks, and it's insanely nerve-wracking. And then there's the worst reaction he could ever get. Rejection. I mean sure, Nico probably liked him, but what if he didn't want to be with him. Gods help me! I hate crushes.
I suddenly realized that I'd stopped in the middle of the hall, too focused on my little crisis moment to walk back to my cabin. Suddenly I heard the bathroom door open. I quickly turned around with wide eyes, my jaw dropping. Standing in front of me was a shocked Nico Di Angelo. Only wearing a towel.
"Will?" Nico said, in clear shock.
"U-um, h-hi," Will responded, growling inside his head at how lame he sounded. Normally I'm not so nervous, Damn you, Nico!
"Um," Nico said, holding the towel tightly to his chest, scratching the back of his neck, "When did you get here?"
"Just now," Will rushed to say, finding it hard not to stare at Nico chest and abs, "I just wanted to see how your leg was, I heard about the cut."
"Oh, uh, thanks, but I think it's fine now," Nico said, shifting awkwardly to look at the side of his leg.
"How about you go get dressed, and I'll wait here and when you come back I can fix it for you, it could get infected if you don't properly clean it out."
Nico looked uncertainly at me for a few seconds before he sighed, probably realizing that there was no room for argument.
Nico nodded his head as he went and got his clothes, slipping back into the bathroom and quickly changing in to them. He came back out in a loose gray shirt and jean shorts that reached his knees. I have to say though, I definitely liked him better in just a towel.
This is going to be a long night he thought to himself.