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 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻
When September came, things got busy.
Damian expected nothing less than perfection from himself. The studying he had been doing over the summer seemed to help in the first few weeks but his stress levels remained fairly high.
His world had become an endless cycle of school and proving to the entire school that he was indeed a Desmond.
There was a lot riding on his shoulders. He was constantly being reminded of that voice in his head. Demetrius. Demetrius. Demetrius.
His older brother had already stolen his thunder. Now he was left with all the slack, he either had to be at his level of achievement by graduation or higher. There was no room for anything else.
"Art club? I'm too busy for that," Damian proclaimed as he looked at one of the professors who handed back a prior assignment.
His eyes skimmed forward at the mark that was written on the top left of his paper. The triple digits made him feel smug.
"You should consider it," the professor commented, "I never knew you could draw so well."
Damian blinked.
Deep down, he knew he wasn't just a 'good drawer'. He was exceptional in art, but art wasn't going to get him anywhere in life. He needed his grades to stay high and his social status to be impeccable, nothing else mattered, at least, in the Desmond family.
He shook his head, "I really can't join. I can only imagine the type of effort you'd have to put in to stay in a club like that."
The professor seemed to disregard his words.
He placed the information sheet on his desk and gave him a look. This professor had a way with eyes, he didn't need to say much to get his point across.
'Consider it' his demeanour seemed to say.
Damian watched him walk away and as soon as he wasn't looking he pulled the information sheet underneath the table, crumbled it into a ball and shoved it into the bottom of his bag.
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When his school day ended, he could only ponder.
Art club?
He figured it was a bad idea. His mind seemed to be strongly against it but something in him wanted to see what it was like. Apparently, the president of the club was supposed to be in the room today. He wondered who it was. He wanted to see what the atmosphere was like.
He felt his feet turn around to go find where it was. He searched for the classroom around the campus and upon finding it he opened the door slowly.
His eyes wandered around the relatively dull room.
