(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you open the apartment's door and drag your feet inside, dropping your backpack on the ground and closing the door.

damiano's head appeared from the kitchen's door, he smiled. "just in time for dinner, principessa."

you barely hum, not even listening to his words.

he frowns and cleans his hands, he walks out to you. "hey, everything okay?" he asks even if it was obvious you were upset, it's his first time being dad to a teen, okay? "you can talk to me, you know–"

"nico broke up with me." you say after sighing, looking down at your nails.

he raises his eyebrows in surprise, he had given permission to that boy to date you a half year ago or something... he was starting to like him. "ah, amore..."

you shrug, sniffling and can't keep holding the tears back.

"come here, baby." he immediately wraps his arms around you. not even after 15 years of raising you he can handle your tears, and less alone for a boy. "do you want me to go hurt him?" he mumbles against your head, half truth half joke.

you shake your head against his chest.

"okay, baby." he says, he'll obviously respect your boundaries, but he'd also have a talk with you– after comforting you, getting ice cream... and everything you'd want– maybe this will be the time to bring up his past breakups? "it's gonna be alright, i promise. cry it out, my love."

you rub your eyes, sniffling. "i don't wanna do anything."