Demigod x Reader

Nico x Trans!Reader || Volleyball

He nodded, "new."

"I'm (L/N)" you practically almost squeaked again.

"Great," he said. "Can we get back to practicing now?"

Jackson nodded, "come on."

Shyly, you followed the captain and the rest of the team, back to the net.

You got nervous quickly thought when you felt the eyes of the, who you assumed was, the server.

A small whimper escaped your lips from the uneasy feeling and you swore you hear di Angelo snort.

"Now, (L/N) was it? How about we place you over here?" Said Jackson, his direction pointed at where him and di Angelo were teaming before.

You nodded, almost hesitantly and went over to your respective side of the net.

Solace and di Angelo came over and got ready for the game.

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Sweat ran down your face and you were grinning. You did it, you won . . . With your teammates of course. But regardless you won. Suckers.

You laughed quietly to yourself and grinned at your teammates.

Solace seemed very joyful and di Angelo, you noticed, had a very small smile on his face.

It was kind of cute.

Wait, what?

Cute?

No. Nope. Not doing it.

Stupid heart.

Yeah, di Angelo was kind of cute, so what? It's not a big deal.

You were obviously staring for too long because he started to glare, at you. You made a slight surprised noise and jumped back.

His smile was cute but his glare could kill.

You were totally falling for this dude.

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"What is it, (L/N)?" Asked di Angelo as you approached him.

"I wanna be your friend, you sit alone and pout too much" you claimed.

"I don't want people around."

"That's a stupid fat lie."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not!"

"Yes it freaking is!"

You two started yelling at one another, causing a scene.

After a good ten minutes of yelling you got your way. Sucker.

You sat next to di Angelo happily eating your food, swinging your legs while doing so.

"Soooooo di Angelo! Tell me about yourself" you said.

He stayed quiet for a moment before saying, "I'm a setter, usually."

"Oh, coolio!" You told him, looking at him with a grin.

"Yeah . . . Coolio" he said, sounding awkward while doing such.

You giggled slightly and said, "you're funny di Angelo, and awkward,. You're a funny awkward cinnamon roll."

"Cinnamon roll?" He said confused.

"It's an internet term."

"Oh, okay" he said, not asking for further explanation. Thank god.

You kept smiling. Your legs brushed together occasionally and you swore you saw him blush just a little.

Damn, this dude is adorable.

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This is actually pretty long, considering my other works. I hope you enjoy, I actually kind of liked writing this chapter.