𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓪 (modern highschool au)
❝ I-❞
He took a deep breath.
❝ Anya...I like you. ❞
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Why had he waited so long? Damian realized that Anya, his crush, still had no idea how much he liked her.
He felt like he was running out of time...
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【ＳＥＲＥＮＩＴＹ】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮
Damian took Anya up to the balcony of the Blackbell manor. It was a private area but open enough that the dark blue sky displayed a scenery so mesmerizing that Damian should've been relaxed. Keyword "should've".
In reality, he was nervous. His heart was pounding so hard he could hardly breathe. His face had a firey blush on it and he could hear his heart as it thumped, his eyes hesitant to look at the girl beside him.
He and Anya were secluded with each other with no one else in the area and Damian knew this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
"D-Damian," Anya spoke softly.
He slowly turned his head to face her.
"You asked me to come out here with you but you haven't said a word."
Damian gulped conjuring up the courage inside of him to the best of his ability.
"W-Well a-a-actually....you see... it's just that..."
"Just that?" the pink-haired girl repeated his words looking up at him with wide eyes.
The sudden eye contact threw him off balance and he found himself looking away from her sheepishly.
"It's just that...," his voice trailed off a second time and he gripped the rails of the balcony as hard as he could as he tried to get the words out of him.
They didn't come out.
"It's just that I'd like us to..."
"I'd like us to...us to..."
Anya's eyebrows furrowed before she pondered a bit. She was trying her best to read his thoughts. She was telepathic. It had always been convenient to her in difficult situations like this, but she found it so strange that his thoughts were so jumbled when he was talking to her. She could never decipher what he wanted to say.
To her, his thoughts sounded a bit like this:
Say it. No. Hurry. Yes. Wait. Hurry. No.
Anya blinked in utter confusion. This was not something she could handle.
She sighed softly.
"Whatever it is, you can just tell me. I'll listen."
Her sweet voice relaxed him a bit and he conjured up the courage to speak, "I...you know what...never mind."
She nodded, feeling slightly disappointed but turned around slowly looking back at him, "If you want to talk later, just come find me."
Damian's eyes widened before he nodded and watched as she walked away from him.
...
Not again.
He shook his head sighing heavily as he tried to calm himself.
Why did this always happen to him? Why was he such an idiot?
His nervousness slowly faded away and was replaced by bitter disappointment. Today was a sucky day, wasn't it?
He stood there for a couple more seconds.
"Well, that was embarrassing."
...
The words hadn't come from him. They came from behind him.
He turned around slowly to see Becky leaning against the door frame of the balcony, her eyes staring at Damian quietly.
"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice a solemn tone.
It wasn't an understatement to say he was in a bad mood. His night had been ruined, and he had ruined it himself.
"You like Anya don't you?"
Damian looked at Becky with a panicked expression.
He immediately tried to play it off, "N-No. I don't. I don't know what you're talking about."
Becky gave him a look. She seemed to look right through him and he stiffened for a moment.
"Even if you did tell her you liked her, what do you expect the end result to be?"
Her question seemed to hit Damian like a ton of bricks.
...
She was right.
...
What did he expect to happen?
It wasn't as if Anya really knew him that well, it wasn't as if she felt the same way he felt about her, even if he did manage to say something...what would she say in response?
His nerves seemed to freeze all the way over and for the first time, he actually felt rather calm on the inside.
He blinked.
That would mean that they would actually have to get to know each other.
His brain auto-piloted to thinking it was impossible.
His phone was pulled out of his pocket a second later, and in a a few more seconds a number was speed-dialled.
Damian spoke, "Come pick me up."
The voice replied, "Of course, young master."
The phone call was cut and he looked back up at Becky.
"You're not gonna tell her, are you?"
Becky shook her head, "That's none of my business."
She turned back around heading back into her house as Damian watched her silently.
He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed before, but she actually wasn't such a bad person.
He shrugged the thought off shortly after.
He turned his head back to the night sky behind him wishing even more a moment that things could be different, that things could come as easily as he imagined them to. The thought left him a second later as he decided easily or not, he was still going to try.
