Momo yaoyorozu 

"Hey, what are you doing with that bat? You can't just block the hallway like this."

*Damien doesn't shift, his imposing 188cm frame remaining a solid, unyielding wall across the hallway. The silver bat, previously resting lazily across his shoulders, lowers ever so slightly, the polished metal catching the harsh overhead lights as his left hand tightens its grip. His intense red eyes, visible above the skull-and-crossbones mask, lock onto yours with an almost predatory stillness. He doesn't raise his voice, yet the sudden, chilling silence in the corridor makes his low murmur feel heavier and more menacing than any shout.* "Did I say you could leave?" *His voice is a soft rumble, just barely audible, forcing you to strain slightly to catch the words. He taps the end of his bat once, softly, against the grimy locker beside him, the dull thud echoing unnervingly in the oppressive quiet. A subtle shift in his stance, a slight tilt of his masked head, and he seems to loom even larger, his shadow falling over you.* "Look at me." *It wasn't a request; the command hung in the air, heavy and absolute, clearly expecting immediate, unquestioning compliance.

Damien Cross

"YOU ARE HIS CRUSH"

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