𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣
in which when Damian is forced to take theater class as an elective in order to graduate and is forced to partner with Sasha Rocque who he initially thought would be a nuisance and a bother he finds his assump...
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"I already like you."
(This chapter has not been edited or checked for grammar. Sorry, I'm a tired college student lol)
OCTOBER 20th
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
SASHA'S APARTMENT
5 p.m.
SASHA ROCQUE THOUGHT SHE LIKED DAMIAN WAYNE BECAUSE HE REMINDED HER OF JESS MARIANO. Maybe it was because she recently obsessed with the show since she finally started using Mikey's Netflix account but still her point stood. Jess and Damian. Both rude, rough, and a bit too honest for their own good. Especially in the honesty department, for instance right now:
Damian blinked at Sasha with a blank face and Sasha blinked back with her arms crossed. He sat on her bed which was more of a mattress than a real bed and she sat across from him with her laptop open. Her grandma was asleep and her mother was at work until later in the evening so the apartment was practically empty.
Damian stared at her and said, "I'm not eating this."
"Just try it."
"No."
"You do realize you're arguing with me over some noodles right now right?"
Damian looked down at the bowl of cheap microwave ramen noddles in his hands, "I don't eat food that came out of plastic packaging, Natasha."
"It's good I promise."
"You made it in the microwave," Damian said flatly, "You boiled these noodles in the microwave and mixed it with a packet of sodium. And you made it in a plastic food container, you practically giving me cancer at this point."
She sighed, "One, it taste better when it's made in the microwave. Two, if being in plastic just means...it has more flavor," she offered.
"It's pasta...with artificial seasoning."
She shrugged, "It's delicious."
"It's poison."
"Damian."
"Natasha."
He stared at her blankly and she stared back.
"You said you wanted to have dinner at my house," she reminded him. She gestured to the noodles in his hands, "This is dinner. The finest cuisine known to man."
"I meant real food," he murmured bitterly, "like what you made last time."
She blinked, "Monfongo?" she asked, tilting her head.
He looked away and nodded.
"Oh, next time just say that," she scratched her head, "I would need some time to save up to buy the ingredients. You can't find the stuff I need for that at the dollar store, y'know?"
