So, I was reading this story on Ao3. It was a gender bent daminette and I think its in the middle of the story, but it had 180k+ words, so I obviously read it. Anyways, inspiration calls. (P.S, if you want the fic, it's called Paris Monsieur in Gotham by BlueAthena) (For clarification in this one, I'm making Marin (Marinette) tall since he got his height from Tom and Damiyah (Damian) tall just because both her parents are tall.
"Marin Dupain-Cheng! Get back here before I call the principal!" His home room teacher, Mrs. Bustier, basically yelled.
Marin resisted the urge to roll his eyes and thought about his options. If he called the principle, he would more than likely suspend him. Though it would be great, it would end up on his permanent record and he didn't need that. If he stayed, he might be able to have the satisfaction of declining whatever the command that he might be forced to do.
Choosing the latter option, he turned around and walked calmly, but slowly, towards his teacher. Once he was in front of her, he had to lower his gaze, seeing as he was towering her due to his height. "Yes?" He asked, his voice deep and husky enough to make any girl swoon for him.
Though everyone in the class hated him, the girls couldn't help but shiver at the voice. Even Lila, who was set to make his life hell couldn't help but want to hear the voice again, though wanting it to be commanding.
Mrs. Bustier looked up at her student, the one she had been having for the past five years. She hadn't had any problems from him until they hit their second year in lycee, when Lila had arrived. Marin, according to Lila, had been showing up whenever he guaranteed that they would be alone and start to put his hands on her. Lila had come to tell the class that for comfort the day Marin wasn't there to disprove her claims. She had been disappointed in him. She would have done something, but Lila said not to tell anyone, worrying that she would have too much attention on her.
"Why are you sexually harassing Lila?" She asked, wanting her student to explain himself.
Marin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, yet again. He wished he accepted the deal offered to him a year ago because he wouldn't be in this situation.
He looked at the girl accusing him of such things, and saw the smirk on her face. He went back to the teacher shorter than him. "I'm never around her alone, since she always has people around her, from what I can assume from when she gets her to the moment she steps into her house. How could I ever even breathe in her direction without her 'friends' around her." He asked.
"I asked you why, not for any excuses you might have." Mrs. Bustier said, crossing her arms around her chest. Marin didn't have the patience to deal with the teacher that day, seeing as a special someone was meeting him today.
"Why would I sexually harass her? I already have someone in my life who gets everyone's attention when she walks down the street. I've been with her long enough to know that she's gotten catcalls by random guys in the street. I don't even want to know how many people try to have intercourse with her just because of how she looks. Despite being able to take care of everything and herself, I still worry about her scared that it'll be the last day I ever see her happy because someone took things to far." Marin stared off, tears built up in his vision falling out. The people who were watching it saw how much emotion he put into his words, convincing them that for one, it wasn't something they would consider lying.
"I don't know where she got it in her sick head that it was okay to do such vile things like that, but when on earth do you think I would do that. I'm not even allowed to be within a ten foot radius of her without someone glaring at me like I just killed her mother." Marin continued, trying to see if his teacher was going to say something else. After a moment of rare silence in his class, he continued his walk out the classroom.
