on a fresh spring evening, you and Damien were running from school back to your home, playing around and trying to catch each other. You both piled through the door, laughing as you squirmed into your room. You dropped your backpack and wrestled him playfully, laughing when he tickled you. You managed to stand up, deciding to push him into your closet and hold the door. The moment you did that, you could hear Damien breathing fast, starting to yell weakly, begging you to let him out

“W-wait, stop! Let me out! L-let me out! Please! I- I’m sorry-