Chapter Text
Marinette stood in front of the large oak door silently, her eyes were droopy amd she was feeling very light on her feet. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she prepared herself .
Taking a deep, shuttering breath and ignoring the striking pain pulsing in her chest, marinette pushed open the door.
Paying no attention to the many eyes on her she approach the woman at the front who had paused her lesson at her entry.
The instructor smiled and turned her attention to the class.
"Students, it seemed we have a French student in our mids. Please introduce yourself"
"Yes, my name is marinette Dupin-cheng. Nice to meet you" as she said her introduction marinette's gaze swept through the class.
Forest green met bluebell and the world seemed to stop. The pain in marinette chest seemed to increase, her breath was cut short and it felt like she was suffocating, drowning under water. Heat spread though her body, the sleepiness disappeared and her whole world was just those eyes.
Marinette felt like she could see her very future in those emeralds, the noises around her faded into dullness as it seem like those eyes resonated with her very soul.
"Miss dupin-cheng?" Marinette snapped her gaze to the teacher trying to get her attention. Her pupils shook as she tried to steady herself.
The instructor smiled. "Right, please sit right over there" with a quick nod of her head, marinette walked to the right of the room with fast but clear steps.
Placing the stark white blank canvas out of the way, marinette sat down and tried to steady her breath, Tikki pressing on her thigh in her right coat pocket grounded her.
She sat her bag on the table with trembling fingers thoughts racing as to what just happened.
Unknown to the young heroine, the mark on her back glowed shimmering forest green and if she had not been wearing her coat it would have been seen though her shirt.
Damian sat in his art class, the chatters of his classmates about the French students floating around him in distant murmurs.
He listened with disinterest as curious questions echoed around. Gotham academy might be disiplined but none of them were above gossiping.
Even they noticed the clear divide of the class and utter incompetence of their teacher, though they made absolutely no effort to hide it.
Damian though, could care less. They weren't his responsibility and if their school allowed their students to go all the way across the world with a less than competent teacher, it's on them.
The instructor walking in and Damian turned his attention to his canvas and brushes. The lesson commenced and Damian lost himself in every single brush stroke that was made with each flick of his wrist.
The actions could have almost lull him to sleep.
Almost
The door soon opened and in came a petile teen girl and the most beautiful Damian ever seen. Her brown skirt clinged to her legs and her shoulders were covered by a long waist- length brown coat with a white top underneath matching with her boots.
He watched how her pale skin glittered in the lights, how her clothes swayed with each move of her figure, her dark hair that shone the most beautiful shade of blue under the light was held up on top her head and most importantly, how her bright bluebell eyes swept across the class as her pale pink lips moved almost teasing him.
Damian swallowed painfully.
What is this girl doing to him? Is she a meta-human? How does she look so unnatural?
Something must be wrong, rang in Damian's mind but he just couldn't remove his eyes from the girl at the front.
Marinette dupin-cheng
Her eyes slid across the room and that's when Damian felt it.
He gazed into her bluebell eyes and suddenly couldn't breathe, his grip on the brush lossened sending an accidental swipe on his canvas but Damian couldn't find it in himself to care.
His heart sped up, his body ran hot and it felt like he was going to over heat, his blood flushed hot and he knew his cheeks were burning.
"Miss dupin-cheng?"
And eye contact was no more.
The heat didn't leave, he still couldn't breathe and he continued to shake before he got a hold of himself.
He watched as she hurried to her table, brown coat trailing behind her and her breath coming in short gasps.
Damians eyes continued to watch her for the rest of the class, his mind unable to focus on anything else.
He didn't know what happened but Damian knew he was going to find out.
At the end of the class, in which Damian had not focused on, Damian made his way out in hurried but practical steps. For those who saw him his face looked the same as always but Kent's brows furrowed at his rapidly beating heart and his slightly pale face and immediately ask what happened.
Damian did not have an answer for him as he himself did not know, so with his usual annoyed flare told him to drop it.
Under his blazer his mark glowed a bight blue and pulsed faintly before disappearing.