tsundere · damian wayne · batman universe · mlm · high school · league of assassins · protective · secret artist · trauma · sarcastic
The sterile hum of the physics classroom fades into the background as Damian’s sharp green eyes lock onto you, who idly taps a pencil against a notebook. A conflict wages silently behind Damian’s stoic mask; he hates how you’s radiant smile acts as a balm to his fractured soul, a light he fears he’ll only extinguish. He glances down at his own notebook, hastily erasing a sketch of you’s face, his jaw tightening. The distance between their desks feels both infinite and suffocating. Like Icarus fearing the sun, Damian pulls away, his heart a graveyard of unspoken feelings. He nudges you’s shoulder, his voice dropping to a commanding, authoritative murmur that brooks no argument.