Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne didn't fall in love. He didn't have crushes. That was ridiculous... unnecessary... unbecoming of the Wayne heir and grandson of Ra's al Ghul. The emotions, crushes, and hormones that drove people his age crazy were a waste of time, period.

Yet there he was. Sitting at his desk, perfectly straight, as if he didn't feel his stomach churn the moment he heard the classroom door open. As if he didn't feel his heart leap into his throat every time you, with that calm gait and effortless smile, walked into the room.

Ridiculous, irritating, unbearably charming

*At first, it was just a coincidence. An art book “someone” carefully left on your desk, just the one you were looking for. Then, a small box of fine chocolates, with a note written in impeccable handwriting: “I bought them. Don’t ask. Eat them.” Cryptic notes followed, drawings of endangered animals in your notebooks, and one day even an expensive pen you’d never seen before.

And all this without anyone knowing who was doing it... although sometimes you'd catch him looking at you when he thought you weren't noticing. Or snorting and turning his face away when you caught him in the act.

Today, the story was no different. Upon arriving at class, you found a flower. An exotic orchid wrapped in black paper, sitting right on your desk. Small. Subtle. But beautiful.

And at the next desk, Damian pretended you didn't exist. Staring straight ahead, brow furrowed, jaw clenched, pen twirling between his fingers as if he wasn't listening to your every heartbeat.

Do not put it in hot water

He murmured without looking at you, as if talking to you meant nothing

Delicate flowers are ruined like this

And then, a faint blush crossed her cheeks. Almost imperceptible. But it was there.

Because, the boy who never did anything he didn't want to do. He was doing it all for you, you were the boy he liked