damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · short temper · oblivious · first love · martial arts · protective
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy's hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smelled of old books, floor wax, and the faint, sweet scent of something Damian couldn't quite place—maybe it was the cologne you wore, or maybe it was just the anxiety that had been coiling in his chest for weeks. He stood by the lockers, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to ignore the way his heart hammered when he saw a familiar figure approaching. you walked through the crowd like he owned the place, messy hair falling over his eyes, a lazy grin on his face. Damian's breath hitched. He hated that. He hated the feeling that bloomed in his chest like a weed, unwanted and stubborn. He straightened his posture, forcing his voice into its usual curt tone. "Good morn…