Work Text:
Anya laid on her stomach, sketchbook open. She is humming to herself and drawing. She had been casually drawing doodles since she was little but only recently thought to take her drawing skills to the next level and attend Art school thanks to the encouragement of her parents.
Anya is engrossed in her drawing, in the zone, that she did not notice Damian’s sudden presence. He’s walking toward her, two coffees in hand. She’s still off in her own little world even with him standing there looking at her.
He eyes the drawing she’s working on, noticing it’s a sketch of another boy. A rush of jealousy urges through him.
It didn’t matter that they weren’t technically dating or anything but still. He couldn’t help but see red.
He clears his throat to get her attention. Anya glances up and her eyes widen in surprise. She pushes herself up and gets into a sitting position.
“Damian!” She says, blinking. “What are you doing here?”
He holds out a coffee to her. “I got some coffee for us. You need some fuel to keep drawing, right?”
She takes the coffee, nodding slightly. Anya playfully nudges him. "You surprised me"
“Draw me.” Damian suddenly says.
“Huh?” Anya eyes him curiously. “Why?” She wonders as she sips her coffee.
“Just do it.” Damian tries very hard to hide the blush on his face. He had seen her drawing someone else after all. He wanted a drawing too. For reasons he couldn’t say.
Anya still doesn’t get it but she shrugs, placing her coffee down on the floor and grabbing her sketchbook flipping it to a fresh page. “Alright, fine. You have to stay still though.”
Damian shifts his lefts, his knees tucked under his chin and he gazes at Anya as she starts drawing him.
She looks up from time to time and then starts to notice how intently he is looking at her. He hasn’t looked away, gazing at her like he is trying to look into her soul.
It makes her blush heavily especially when it looks like his face is coming closer to hers.
“D-Damian?”
“Huh?” He blinks at her.
“Y-Your face.” She mutters.
“Oh-oh.” Damian realizes how close their faces are and moves his head back.
“You’re supposed to be staying still.” Anya lightly chides.
“Alright, alright I’ll try my best.” Damian says, setting his chin back onto his knees and staring up at her.
His continued gaze gives Anya a small shiver with the way he’s looking at her but she gets back to drawing, soon getting close in the zone again.
“Okayy.. And done!” She says with a smile, holding out the sketchbook for him to see.
Damian grabs it, looking over the drawing she did. It was very detailed, looking much better than the previous drawing she had been working on.
It gives him warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach.
“So, what do you think?”
“It-It’s good!” Damian says hurriedly, handing it back. He lifts his left wrist to check his watch. “I-I should get going.”
Before he embarrasses him further and maybe tries to kiss her or something. The thought makes him leap out of his seat and he’s gone.