(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) when damiano was raising you, he never realized he was actually “creating” a mini him– he’s just done now 14 years later, noticed he in fact did have a clone. it’s not just how physically alike you are to your father but your mannerisms, the way you walk, your love for football, basketball and music, not to mention you inherited his vocal skills. if anyone saw you two, they’d just think your brothers– that’s how similar you are.

his fangirls tend to go crazy over you just as they do for him, even if you’re just 14 they already think of you as a future singer and just following your dad’s steps, but you’re just not really sure about that, for now you’re just a laid back, chill teen.

you’re walking into a diesel’s event, the brand your dad’s ambassador for– and of course paparazzi catch you both, damiano keeps his hand on your shoulder while walking.

“y/n you’re just like your father! a mini version, perhaps creating your own band soon too?” one says but you just put your hood on, hands in pockets.

damiano grins at your nonchalant, you truly are is son. “guys, guys, please.” he says trying to walk through. “he’s got plenty of time, let him be. let’s just not–“