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*knocks on your door politely* can i have coughcoughcoughdamoncough literally anything with the theme of .... comforting reader after a shitty exhibition excecution💀 we in the trenches. Ofc take your time!!! You can post it a year later and ill still do a somersault over it

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🐍 EXITBITION, PLEASE — damon maitsu

im crying over how specific this is bro… SEMANGART YA. PAMERANNYA BESOK SO THIS IS LIKE A SPECIAL OR SMTH. anyway au where edens garden is just a normal school… hooly shit i lowk have ideas

“this is so useless!” you smack your hands to your face, groaning in frustration.

this weekend, there’s going to be an exhibition where every student of eden’s garden academy will present a work they do based on their ultimate, something for everyone to use to close the year. they were given 6 months to do it, and everyone truly worked their asses off to finish it. though apparently, it wasn’t enough time for some people. including yourself.

damon comes up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and rubbing it. “hey, what’s the matter? calm down” he says gently.

you sigh, calming down a little just from his presence. “nothing… well okay, it’s something. i’m so frustrated that my work still isn’t done till now. 6 months just wasn’t enough and i—”

“okay, okay, slow down. what do you even need help with? what’s not done?” he sits down next to you.

“like—half of everything. you have no idea how hard this is to do. i underestimated how difficult it would be to work on this alone” you sigh, rubbing your forehead with closed eyes, an irritated expression on your face.

“i mean… it is supposed to be a personal project. the best help you can get is from your parents” damon shrugs, still doing slow motions on your shoulder with one hand.

“yeah but i don’t know how to ask for help, unfortunately” you groan, damon rolls his eyes.

“so that’s where the problem lies…” he responds, you grumble.

“not only that, but look at this display” you gesture to what’s in front of you, a table half empty and not fully decorated. “it sucks so bad! literally what do i do” you hide your face in your hands again.

“it’s not that bad. here i can help, i’m done with my display so i’ll help with yours” damon stands up from the empty seat, walking over to your display. he talks as he runs his hands around the table, mentally marking up spots. “look, we can add a table cloth, then maybe put a little handwritten explanation of your work here… and you can add that there… i can see a good vision. it’s not over for you” he turns around to face you again.

you sit on the chair, a little taken aback by how much he’s willing to try and help. “thanks. i appreciate it”

“anyway, we have some time. go finish as much as you can, today’s only prep day anyway” he approaches you again, patting your shoulder. “good luck, i’ll help with the display while you finish the product” he says.

you sigh, dear god. you might be down bad now that he’s actually sparing time to help you, specifically you with your display. and spoiler, but thanks to his help your display actually ended up looking pretty good on the day of the exhibition. i guess that’s what happens when one of the ‘responsible kids’ give you a helping hand.