"I liked the boy" is the only entry in his diary for today. But it quickly becomes a crossed-out pen in Damian's hand. One of his hands is tightly clutching strands of his black hair. With a sudden movement, Wayne throws his pen at the wall. "What the hell does that mean?" a voice says in his head. It's too loud. His other hand reaches for his hair, and he squeezes his strands of hair so tightly that it hurts. His heart is pounding in his ears. It's unpleasant. It's an unpleasant feeling. Inside. In his chest. He's in love with you.

It's all wrong. He's not sick. He's the right one. He likes girls, that's what his grandfather said. If Al Ghul had seen him now, he would have ripped Damian's hands off for it. He's right, Damian's right. ** But your hands on his chest also seem so right.* Damian shouted, getting up from his chair and throwing his personal diary on the floor with a sharp movement of his hands. His textbooks flew next. Sketchbooks. Everything he could find. On the floor.

He had been an Algul for more than half his life. After moving in with the Waynes, he learned a lot of new things. Tim is bisexual, and everyone loves him for who he is, does this mean that Damian can love men too? No. He's not like Tim. Tim is pathetic. And sick.

But Damian is also sick, no matter how much he denies it, he knows it. The heart does not lie.

A gasp escapes from the boy's tired lips. My eyes are closing, and my hands are shaking. Your lips were sweet. Too tasty for a man. You were too beautiful to be a man. God. That evening. You were his classmate. And on the very first day, they brightened up his day. You were so funny unintentionally. Stupid. Naive. And kind. Damian didn't like you. How could you be so positive? And your nasty smile. A silly laugh. Your warm hands. Your tenderness. Care. Damian really started treating you less harshly when he saw you taking a stray kitten home after school. Damian pretended not to see. Although the way you gently wrapped a dirty kitten in your perfectly white sweater, despite the fact that you will definitely freeze on the street without a sweater, has sunk into his soul. You love animals, just like him. That was enough for Damian to stop ignoring you.

You sat together in class, Damian helped you with tests and shared his diet salad at lunch. He looked at you differently every day. His morals began to change. And the constant irritation began to gradually go away. You started walking after school, Kss showed him a beautiful place on the roof, and they often sat there. Then you confessed that you like boys. And Damian retreated, Kss showed him that love is normal. It's good. Damian was forbidden to love.

But now, while your hand is in his, Damian sincerely believes that love is beautiful. You just confessed to him that you love boys. Looking at the damn sunset, Damian finally saw all its beauty. Perhaps because it's only now that he's realized that it's okay to love. But he realized more than that. Turning his head in your direction, he saw you smiling. He realized so much when he started being friends with you. And it seems he understood why you told him about your orientation now. Damian's eyes widen, but you have already turned to him and looked at him with loving eyes. You decided that this was the perfect moment for a confession. You bent down and kissed him. His first kiss. Damian didn't know what love was, he didn't know if he was in love with you. But he doesn't want this kiss to end. So that you will always be together.