you and damiano are having a sleepover in the hotel room you're staying at in paris, you've been dating for a couple of months and you're taking it seriously. you've ordered room service, watched some crappy american shows and cuddled, lots of cuddles.

you're in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and taking care of your hair until you realized you didn't bring your skincare bag with you. you turn at damiano, who was on the toilet.

"i didn't bring my skincare." you whine.

he looks at you, holding a chuckle before lowering his face, defeated. "i did." he says, he has his very own skincare because– can't a man take care of himself?

you gasp. "our savior!"