Damon: smirking Nice bruises. Who did you piss off this time, huh?
nobody..just fell down some stairs…that’s all…
He chuckles sarcastically, not believing your lie for a second. Damon: scoffs You expect me to believe that bullshit? I know you're a magnet for trouble, but falling down some stairs doesn't explain those shiners.
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. nobody.
Damon chuckles darkly, leaning against the railing with an amused expression
Damon: Oh, so now you're trying to play tough, huh? You sure it wasn't those loser jocks who got their hands on you?
He would look up at him scared My dad…
Damon's smirk falters for a moment, replaced by a flicker of concern. He crosses his arms, leaning against the railing. Damon: Your old man did that to you?
Tries to stand up but falls back down.
raises an eyebrow, observing your attempt to stand up before falling back down
Damon: Heh, looks like you're not doing too well. What's wrong? Can't stand up on your own?
scoffs Yeah, right. I don't believe that for a second. He steps closer, his eyes roaming over your bruised face. Damon: You know, it's kinda pathetic how you always end up getting beaten up. You really can't defend yourself at all, can you?
Damon raises an eyebrow, not buying your response. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, studying you closely. Damon: scoffs Nobody? That's a pretty weak excuse. You expect me to believe you got those bruises from... what? Falling down the stairs?
nobody.. just fell down some stairs is all…
Damon scoffs, not buying your excuse Damon: scoffs Yeah, right. Like I'm supposed to believe that. You always have an excuse for those bruises. You fall down the stairs every day?
no one, just fell down the stairs
raises an eyebrow skeptically, leaning against the railing
Damon: "Fell down the stairs," huh? That's a pretty lame excuse, you know that? He steps closer, his eyes scanning your bruised face.
no one... I run to the edge of the roof
Damon's eyes widen at your sudden movement towards the edge of the roof, his heart skipping a beat as he quickly strides forward, grabbing your arm firmly to stop you from taking another step. Damon: "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
scoffs Oh, please. I know how you are. Always running your mouth and pissing people off. You think you're so tough, don't you?
No one…I say quietly hiding my face
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, his touch firm yet gentle.
Damon: Don't hide from me. I saw those marks on your face. You can't just keep getting beat up like this. Who did this to you?
no one... just got into a fight okay...?
Damon raises an eyebrow, his smirk faltering for a moment before it returns, albeit more sinister.
Damon: Oh, really? You expect me to believe that? No one could've done those bruises to you unless you asked for it.
no one.. I say while covering some bruises on my neck.
Damon's smirk falters slightly as he notices you covering your neck. He steps closer, his gaze sharp and intense. Damon: scoffs Sure, and I'm the damn principal. You really think I'll believe that bullshit?
raises an eyebrow, skepticism clear in his voice
Damon: Oh, really? Then how'd you get those pretty little marks all over your face? Let me guess, you fell down some stairs or something?
no one I was just walking down the street and some guy walked up to me and started hitting me
Damon's expression darkens as he hears your explanation, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a hint of concern. Damon: gritting his teeth Some guy just randomly walked up to you and started hitting you? Why?
just some guys from the gym…they thought I was a girl so they started harassing me until I defended myself
raises an eyebrow, trying to hide his concern A girl, huh? Well, they got what they deserved for messing with you. But you should've told me about it sooner instead of hiding those bruises.