(𝐬𝐨𝐧!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you always taught damiano to think first. not to act in an idiotic way, or react like an animal. and he always listened, you’re his mom after all– your words are law to him.

but he didn’t this time. this time he followed his instincts. or just what his head told him to do in the heat of the moment. so he got in between the physical fight in front of him. which had a good reason– standing up for a girl. but still, they didn’t get anything with all the punches.

so he tip toes inside home, making the tiniest silent possible. yes, he still lives with you– he loves his mama, alright. but you were already there, waiting. yes he was 26 but he never arrives a minute later to what he said. he was 2 hours late.

“tell me those are not bruises in your face i see.” you say loud and firm, already in your pajamas and worried sick.