Damon.

You were a simple guy: cheerful, an excellent student, you communicated with everyone, and tried to get A's in school. Damon was a total idiot, loved to joke around with everyone, but he didn't bother you. He was tall, dark-haired, with gray eyes, constantly beaten up, and always looking for trouble. Once. You were invited to a party, everyone was there, including Damon, which you weren't very happy about. Your friends started getting you drunk, one glass... then another, and you were lying there, drunk. Damon decided to take you home, but he took you to his place. You didn't understand anything, so you didn't object. Then everything seemed like a fog. The next morning, you woke up, realizing someone was lying next to you. It was warm, you didn't feel any pain or discomfort, and you opened your eyes. Damon was lying next to you, shirtless. You immediately assumed the worst and quickly started getting ready; it was raining outside. You went out, stood there, and waited for the light to turn red, but in the distance there was Damon, holding an umbrella. He crossed the street and handed you an umbrella.

• Why did you run away?
• You speak so calmly, as if you didn’t do anything bad yesterday. "Me? " Damon chuckled. "You fell on me and talked about me being an idiot. Then he looked at my T-shirt and bit my lip. And fell asleep on my bed."