(𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you and damiano have been in the same group of friends probably since first grade yet you never seemed to get along with him, or him with you– you never really got it but he never seemed too fond of you, or your presence. it's always a back and forth with you two, bickering, teasing, annoying the other...

you're in a plane, on the way to a vacation you always do with your friend group, this time you're going to the bahamas for two whole weeks. you're on a random normal economy seat like most of your friends but damiano, as always, is in the first class side of the plane. so the last thing you expect when you get on your spot is that the guy with a hood on next to you, is him.

"what are you doing here?" you ask him.

he takes the hood off, and side eyes you. "in coach? i thought maybe you could use a friend." he shrugs it off, you frown. "i need to tell you something."

you chuckle. "oh, is it the "stop taking my cigarettes" talk again? because, dude i told you i didn't–"

"i think i fell in love with you." he confesses, looking straight at your face. "a little bit... or a lot."

you look back at him, the most shocked/surprised/confused you've been in a while. "i'm sorry– what? you're in love with me? since... when?" you shake your head. "is this a joke? am i being pranked?"