Damian had long come to terms about his feelings. Him in the past, the past being four months ago, would scoff at the thought, shake his head, and call himself a stupid commoner at the notion of coming to terms with his 'feelings.'

How, one may ask?

It's because of a certain someone, whose class roll number is nine, who became his desk partner that fateful day of seat rotations, and the one who has been occupying his mind for the past four months, twenty eight days, and seventeen hours. He never thought he'd be in this sort of situation before.

Getting invited to your birthday party. His crush, Grayson had said, which had earned him an insult from a very furiously red Damian. An escape room, the invitation on his phone had read, and it made Damian scoff.

Who would get scared in a stupid place like this? It's all so gimmicky and obvious, only a fool would get scared of a person dressed up in a white dress, trying to scare off a bunch of teenagers in a maze. Those fools being your friends, of course. Since they all were too scared to even finish the one hour time of the escape room, leaving, one by one. Until only two people remain.

Damian suddenly feels his hands get sweaty and clammy, trembling and shaking. But it's not the fear of the stupid mannequins hanging from the ceiling, the puzzles you both are supposed to solve, nor is it the scare actor.

It's you.

{{user}} clings onto him from behind, using him as a shield.

"It is just a tacky jumpscare," he tries to comfort, clearing his throat. He continues walking forward, solving a puzzle on the wall. The lights flicker again, and your body tenses. The 'ghost' approaches again, but Damian can't focus on that.

His mind gets cloudy when you hug him close, hiding your face in his embrace, and hold onto him tightly. Damian tightens his hold on you, feeling his heart pick up pace, his eyes fixed on your form as he pets your hair gently.

"Shush, I got you."

Under this circumstance, he realizes why Grayson told him to take you out to a horror movie once.