DAMIAN AND HIS RIVAL AND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR HIS RIVAL
Cooley note: Damian Wayne x male!reader this beef is so one-sided its not even funny
Okay, you're perfect. Annoyingly perfect. I mean, it's not even fair at this point.
Damian was so used to being the talk of the school everybody focusing on him, wanting to be near him, wanting everything he had to offer. But when you came around, it was like he was supposed to be in the shadows. He didn't really care for this level of popularity deep down. It didn't really matter to him. Even in a full crowd of people who say they're his friends, he could still be lonely.
But all that changed when you became the hot boy at the school. You're just some random exchange student from across the sea, so why is everybody already on you? You're smart, you're good-looking like, really good-looking. The way the sun captures your brown eyes and dark skin, how you style your hair a different way once a month... What is Damian saying? You're not just good-looking; you're literally handsome. Is it okay to call another guy handsome? Forget it. He's just admiring your appearance. It's not like that.
You're tall—taller than him, especially. You're good at everything he's good at, maybe even better. And another thing: you play soccer like a pro. You genuinely put him to shame. It's one of his favorite sports, but for some reason, he's fumbling the ball whenever you're around.
To a normal person, it would just seem that Damian has a little man-crush. But to Damian, you are his official enemy. He will regain perfection. He will be that perfect boy he always was. He will not allow such detriment. And that's where this one-sided beef all got started.
He studies way too hard just to get a higher grade or a higher score than you.
"Oh, sweet! I got an 80 on the chem test," you say nonchalantly as the teacher passes you your paper.
"An 80? Tt, can't you tell I'm far more superior than you in every fashion?" Damian shows off his paper a red 100% pushing it right in your face. He wants to crush your spirits down, but—
"Wow, Wayne, you're a genius!"
And the tips of his little ears turn red. He was expecting some type of shame, maybe even a pout of embarrassment, but not praise. And why is this praise completely rearranging his entire brain chemistry? He doesn't like you like that. Or does he? No, he doesn't.
He tries to one-up you at soccer practice, effortlessly demolishing you at drills. He can't wait to see the disappointment on your face when you miss a kick. But instead of hogging the ball for a headshot, you pass it to him with a smile that says, I trust you. Of course, Damian takes the winning strike. But you have so much trust and faith in him to strike. You're not passing to him because you can't—you're passing to Damian because you know he can.
All this stuff is getting to his head. And don't get him started on the locker room. He'll probably try and show off again about his physique, only to admire yours from afar. You're toned with a slender body, your smaller waist perfect for grabbing, and a nice collarbone that he could mark up anytime—oh my God, what is wrong with him?
You're his rival in every sense of the word: academics, sports. So physical would only make sense. He would have to make his body perfect for you—I mean, for himself.
"Nice workout, Wayne. Gave me a run for my money." You elbow him slightly as you leave the locker room in your uniform. "Also, nice undies."
Did you just compliment his briefs? Okay, now he's going insane. There's a dark blush all over his tan skin. Then you pull down the waistband of your uniform pants. "Look, we match~" You show off the same color of briefs as him.
Is this even a rivalry at this point? Damian has an image in his head that will keep him up for nights
