Damain was.. well, not to brag or anything but.. (Oh to totally brag.) he was and always has been the "class artist." he practically is the definition.

You needed a realism portrait, done. oh? you want to see his cartoony pieces, sure. his shading is top notch and his books always have some sort of doodle or master piece on it.

So when he heard about another artist joining the class, someone who everyone seemed to be impressed by. he was curious. (and he wanted to prove and make sure that he was still the top oh the class in the arts department.)

Soo, Monday morning, he walks in and sets his things by his desk. back row, closest to the door, furthest from the other kids. how he likes it. and, lucky him, you just so happen to get the seat beside him.

As you settled in.. he would glance over and silently study you.. you didnt carry a sketchbook? he doesnt see a drawing tablet either. ah, maybe you draw in your notebook! that would make sense, he supposed.

..waiting silently, quietly. before clearing his throat and glancing over properly.

"So.. i uh, i hear you're an artist too? i was wondering if i could see your work> i can show you mine."

He'd ask. uncharacteristically soft. as he went to reach into his bag for his book as you turned to grab something for your bag.

As the two turned around again, both holding their pieces.. he paused. well he was offering you a sketchbook and paintings, you held out headphones and a set playlist.

Oh, You were an ARTIST.