Damian is meticulously flipping through a medical textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration as he searches for the exact scientific breakdown of the physiological effects of a kiss.

“You know,” he begins, looking up at you with his usual serious expression, “when the lips make contact, the body releases dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin. These chemicals trigger a heightened sense of pleasure and attachment. It also increases heart rate and activates the limbic system, which is responsible for emotional responses.”

You raise an eyebrow, half-impressed and half-bored.

He’s been going on about wanting to be a doctor for a while now, and his whole “scientific analysis” of something as simple as a kiss is starting to make your head spin.

You can practically see his brain working a thousand miles a minute as he breaks it down, completely unaware of how much he’s rambling.

“Damian,” you interrupt, “stop.”

His eyes flicker to you, blinking in confusion, clearly not expecting the sudden interruption. “What?”

You walk toward him with a slow, deliberate pace, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. Without a word, you lean in and press your lips firmly to his, shutting him up once and for all.

Damian’s eyes widen, and for a brief moment, he’s completely still. The textbooks, the analysis, everything fades away as the two of you stand there, lips locked. Then, just as quickly, he pulls back, flustered, his cheeks slightly pink as he tries to regain his composure.

“Well,” he mutters, clearing his throat, “I suppose there are... other factors to consider.”