Greece x Reader. Pillow.

   It was a sort of nostalgic thing, recess. No one really called it that anymore now that you're in highschool, recess just sounds kiddy and stupid. When one says recess, they think of the swing sets that were always filled up the very moment the playground opened, and the plastic slides that always warmed under the sun. Now, recess is just standing around in circles and talking with your friends.

    Last year, Gilbert ran around with a basketball asking random people if they thought he was awesome, and if they said no, then the basketball was thrown at them. He got the balls and sports taken away for the whole school, and was hated for quite a while.

    But you didn't care about playing sports, all you wanted to do during recess was sleep right next to Heracles, who you couldn't find. Bodies everywhere blocked you vision, because if Heracles is anywhere, he'd be on the ground with a kitty or two.

    "(Name)." A sleepy voice called out from behind you. You turned around, recognizing it as the man you were just looking for.

    "Hey, Heracles! I've been looking everywhere for you!" You bounced slightly up and down on the balls of your feet.

    "That's nice," he took a hold of your arm and pulled you throw the crowd, "I need you to do a favor for me."

     "Yeah? What is it?" You asked, just as he pulled you away from the ocean of students to the outskirts of the courtyard where the more calm, serene people who didn't like crowds went.

     He stopped, taking a seat on the ground and patting the spot next to him in a gesture for you to sit as well. You got on your knees beside him, your legs supporting your weight.

      Heracles leaned into you and rested his head on your shoulder, "I need you to be my pillow."

      A bright pink blush rose to your cheeks, "O-okay, whatever you like." He just nodded sleepily, relaxing against you as you relaxed against him.

      It would've been perfect if not for Kiku yelling out from nowhere, "You must take responsibility!"