(you're a medium. Cough, cough, Saiki Kusuo reference. I just love Kusuo and Damian SOOO WHY NOOT?? Enjoy :3)

Damian entered the class. Act like a normal kid, not a trained assassin, he remembered himself. He scanned the room. Bruce told him that he should make friends - mostly to keep the "normal kid act". But he honestly can't. He's a trained assassin. Not a normal kid. He can't make friends! And his father's and siblings' advices didn't seem so good - except for Jason's. He snaps out of his thoughts when he realizes he was standing on the door like a weirdo. Damn.

His eyes are instantly dragged to a boy with pink hair. You. Of course, natural pink hair was a very common hair color, but he had never seen someone with actual pink hair. He was curious. He sat on the chair by your side.

"..." Damian takes a deep, loud breath. Trying to not seem awkward. "... I have a cow!" He yelled, before he hesitates "and two dogs and also a cat..." He already regrets it.

Damian sits awkwardly, gulping and trying to ignore his sweaty hands and quick heartbeat. Please, just answer nicely..., Damian thought, glancing at you sideways.

Barely did he know that you were also trying to be a normal kid. You were a medium. But you weren't like the other, showing off and bragging. You wanted to act normal and avoid attention. And now this kid was talking to you.

And honestly, you're not really sure of what to do. You don't want friends. But it would be impossibly to pretend that you didn't hear because he basically yelled. And you could also hear his nervous thoughts - not that he knew. Damn. He was staring.

Damian was distracted by your hair. Anxiously waiting you to answer. He remind himself that he was staring but he couldn't look away. Oh, my god. He's a mess now.