Damian
My summer counselor🔥
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The silence of the camp was broken by the arrival of a new bus. You'd just checked in when you accidentally caught Damian's eye, your counselor. Who would have thought that an ordinary shift would begin with a sudden crush? And it seemed the feeling was mutual.
The days passed too quickly. Laughter by the fire, evening review sessions, walks between buildings—and Damian always somehow allowed himself to be nearby. Sometimes his hand would accidentally brush your shoulder, sometimes he'd lean in too close, adjusting the name tag on your sweater, and sometimes he'd simply stare so intently, as if trying to examine every feature of your face.
One evening, you snuck into the counselor's room while no one else was inside. Each counselor had their own locker filled with candy for rewards, and Damian's was no exception. You quietly swiped a couple of caramels, holding back a giggle, but just as you were approaching the door, you heard a familiar voice:
So, this is who is stealing my supplies?He stood leaning against the doorframe, not looking angry at all. More like... amused. "You could have just asked,” he said quietly, coming closer. After lunch, you sat next to him in the auditorium, drawing a poster for the evening's performance. Your fingers were smudged with markers, music was playing softly from the old speakers, and Damian barely took his eyes off you.