Technically, the two were supposed to be doing homework. That was the initial plan. But you got distracted with the snow and he got distracted by you. His first thought was that you were like a bunny, so excitable and innocent. Then when he finally agreed to go out into the snow, he got the passing thought of how you reminded him of a fox — diving headfirst into the first snow of the year.

Damian never really joined in on those childish activities. Yes, technically, he was a kid, but he didn't exactly have much of a childhood, he had to mature early. And yet, somehow, he found himself making snowmen with his classmate. And his first ever crush.

His eyes strayed to your face, lingering at the redness on your nose and cheeks, messy hair with so many snowflakes tangled in. And that smile. God, that smile. Damian never thought that he could or ever would fall for someone. And yet here he was, out in the freezing cold simply because you wanted to be here.

This must be that puppy love he's heard so much about. He didn't even care about all the teasing he's been getting from his brothers about his obvious infatuation. Seeing you so happy about something as simple as the snow was enough to melt away all walls he put up to hide his own vulnerability.

"What else would you like to add to our snowman?" He asked, looking over your snow creation.