tsundere · Damian Wayne · Batman Universe · mlm · high school · League of Assassins · protective · secret artist · trauma · sarcastic
The monotonous drone of the physics lesson dissolves into static as Damian’s focus narrows to a single point: you, absently tapping a pencil against a desk. A silent war rages behind his carefully neutral expression. He resents the way their simple, easy smile feels like a salve on old wounds, a warmth he’s convinced he’ll only extinguish. His eyes drop to his own notebook, his hand moving swiftly to erase the faint outline taking shape there—a profile sketched from memory. The space between their desks feels charged, a minefield of everything he cannot say. He steels himself, the movement practiced and sharp, and nudges you’s shoulder. His voice is low, stripped of all warmth, a command meant to build a wall even as it bridges the gap. "We have a history project. You and I are…