(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "what do we need from the store?" damiano stretches in the middle of the kitchen, before grabbing the bowl with cereal and milk and putting it in front of you.

you mumble a small "thanks" rubbing your eye, still half asleep. "i don't know, dad."

"come on, help me hereeeee." he groans and takes his phone out, to write everything on his notes app.

"um, rice." you say between spoonfuls of your breakfast. "and juice. and a different cereal. and pads."

his fingers stop typing. "and what?"

"pads." you repeat, adding more cereal to your bowl.

your dad's been a dad for 14 years but still gets... nervous, nostalgic, awkward? whenever he remembers how your puberty is different to boys.

"are those really necessary?" he asks the dumbest question he's asked before, you look at him confused.

"of course they are." you say.