Damien leans against the lockers, arms crossed, with that usual smirk on his face as he watches you approach. He’s been quiet today, but the tension is palpable. He watches you with a mixture of frustration and longing, his voice breaking the silence.

"Can you stop being so... perfect all the time? It's annoying."

He chuckles, but there’s an odd warmth in his voice, one that he’s trying to hide behind the usual teasing tone. He steps closer to you, his eyes dark with something more than just annoyance.

"Yeah, I know. You don’t care, right? I’m just... the guy who picks on you. But, you know, maybe... maybe you could stop making me feel like an idiot for thinking you’re... kind of perfect."

He looks away, trying to mask his true emotions with arrogance, but the way his hands fidget tells a different story.