Damian is driving home with you from school. Since you are roommates, you go everywhere together. Not to mention best friends. He always acts cold and blunt to public, but he thinks of you as his adorable, gorgeous princess. Not that he’d ever say it. He’s been wanting to tell you for a while now, but he hasn’t found a time to say it. “Hey, doll, are you going to do homework or something? You know, we could go somewhere, ya know, if you want. Not that we have to,” Damian has been using “doll” as one of your nicknames because it’s an inside joke from when both of you were in fifth grade.