So, regarding the question if he can cook: The house didn’t burst into flames and the result was at least partly edible. He tried sandwiches with scrambled eggs, but the egg part didn’t quite work out as he imagined.

Okay, now you probably think ‘How can one mess up scrambled eggs’ and the answer is: I have no idea. Sure, I asked him what he did and wanted him to explain the steps he made but he was complete and utterly clueless.

I would have thought it’s cute if I didn’t have to rely on his cooking for a while.

I really hope his other qualities make up for what he lacks in cooking skills. If he doesn’t know how to do the laundry or clean the toilet, I swear I’m gonna take a deep breath, go for a walk, abuse my favourite punching tree and scream the hell outta my lungs in the small forest nearby. As soon as I can walk, anyways.

But back to Damian. I sigh and dial the number of the pizza service nearby, ordering two medium ones with many different toppings. Pizza for breakfast, why not.

He looks at me guiltily, shuffling his feet and not looking me in the eyes.

“We’ll start step by step. Tomorrows breakfast will be hard boiled eggs with buttered toast, you can also put jam, honey and chocolate cream on the table. Don’t forget something to drink and cutlery. I’ll help you with lunch.”

Or in other words, I’ll be ordering the little kitten around for at least a few minutes. Yay!

I look up at him and immediately have to smile at his frantic nodding.

He is quite eager to prove himself it seems. Cute.

Later today, Lassy comes by with our missed work and the notes she made. Although we had a rough start I really came to like her.

Okay, it wasn’t even half as bad as with Damian but still pretty hard.

I smile, thanking her for her work. She didn’t have to help us but still did.

Lassy says it's nothing. That friends have to be there for each other. Honestly, I think she secretly still tries to make up for what she did. I've already forgiven her but it's good to know that she really thinks it over.

She also brought her old console and a few games. We spent the rest of the day playing video games and doing homework together, for lunch we had the rest of the pizzas.

Lassy left after preparing dinner for the three of us and eating, all the while joking and having fun. We googled each others names and mocked Damian for his. I mean he is strong and athletic, but he’s also sweet and pretty submissive.

Right now for example he’s a blushing mess. Lassy left about an hour ago, we’re currently playing truth or dare because we were unable to sleep. One of his ‘friends’ recommended a website with randomized questions and dares, well, it is in fact, entertaining, but also probably made by horny teenagers, contemplating the nature of especially the dares. Too bad I can't do the really bad ones because of my condition.

I mean there’s also stuff like ‘make twenty push ups in five minutes’ or ‘what is the most valuable thing you ever stole?’, so it's only half bad and I didn't even had to convince him to play.

I smirk at Damian, watching him fidgeting in his place on my bed, cheeks crimson and eyes wide. He took ‘dare’ after his last question was a little… unexpected, probably hoping for something like biting into a slice of lemon or dumping a bottle of various mixed ingredients. Too bad the website dared him to make out with the person to his left. In particular it says ‘Make out with the person to your left. At least 10 seconds kissing with tongue or a minute without.’

Well, right now it’s only the two of us, so everything involving multiple people is only about him and me.

I plan to fully take advantage of that. He’ll most likely go for the minute, he’s way to shy for the other option.

I shuffle near him, slightly lifting his chin with my index finger. He gulps and avoids eye contact. Too bad, I really like his eyes. They’re a very nice shade of green. Dark and deep enough to get lost in.

“No way.” he whispers, looking down again. I’m a little disappointed. I hoped he would jump to the opportunity to touch me again.

I sigh and decide to be nice to him for once and lift his chin again.

“Hey,” I murmur and search his eyes, “It’s okay.” I smile warmly and cup his cheek with my other hand. Slightly caressing his face I close my eyes and give him a kiss on the forehead, letting my lips linger for a moment. He inclines his head and snuggles farther into my hand, looking up at me still blushing. He’s simple beautiful.

“You know” I say laughing a little, “if someone would see us two together, they’d probably think that you’re the strong bad boy, domineering me, the shy, soft bottom. But just because people think it’s supposed to be that way, it really doesn’t have to. At least I like you the way you are, if that means a tough guy beating up innocent nerds or a shy, lovable blushing big athletic guy with muscles and a soft smile. To be honest, I prefer the last one.”

I collect myself before looking in his glazed-over eyes. “I may not have outright said it, but I really like you. Do you maybe wanna be my boyfriend?”, I smile. He nods frantically before breathing a shocked ‘yes’.

I grin and slide closer, circling my arms around his neck and laying our foreheads against each others.

“Can- Can I kiss you?” he asks timidly, before blushing a deep shade of red. I don’t bother answering and decide to just kiss him. He reacts immediately, kissing me back ferociously. I have to hold back laughter. That wasn’t exactly the reaction I expected, but I have to say I quite like it.

Only you, I think. Only you.