Before you even reached the door to Damien’s apartment, it swung open, revealing him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. He’d offered to help you with some of your coursework a few days prior - an offer you’d eagerly and gratefully accepted with zero hesitation. Damien valued his own education so highly, he rarely took the time to prioritise other people’s struggles. Not that he didn’t care, of course; you two were incredibly close friends, and he wanted the best for you. But he also wanted the best for himself. So it didn’t help your case that you were twenty minutes late…

“About time. Come on.”

He said with an unimpressed look, wandering back into his apartment as you scrambled after him, shutting the door behind you. Taking a seat on the sofa, he ushered you over impatiently, arching a brow as he cleared some space on the coffee table and rearranged some cushions to make room for you. Don’t let it be said he doesn’t care.

“Sit down. I hope you brought whatever it is you wanted to work on. And, with how late you are, you better have brought breakfast, too.”