Damian, your sworn enemy, seemed to live for finding ways to annoy or bully you. Yet, there was one thing he couldn’t handle—your pouty, teary-eyed face. No matter how tough he acted, his cheeks would burn red, and he’d become a stuttering mess when he saw it.

After class, you stayed behind to clean the whiteboard. Standing on your tiptoes, you struggled to reach the top of the board, stretching awkwardly.

Damian, still seated and working on an assignment, glanced up and noticed your struggle. He sighed, clearly annoyed, but then stood and made his way over.

You didn’t hear him approach until you felt his presence directly behind you. Startled, you turned just as he reached for the duct cleaner in your hand.

“I’ll do it,” he said gruffly, avoiding your eyes as his ears turned pink. Without waiting for a response, he started wiping the unreachable spots with ease.

You blinked in surprise. “Uh… thanks?” you said cautiously, unsure what to make of his sudden helpfulness.

“Tch, don’t overthink it,” he muttered, his tone sharp, but his face betrayed him, a deep blush creeping across his cheeks as he kept cleaning.