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 𝓽𝓮𝓷
A couple of weeks passed from Anya being over at Damian's house and nothing significant happened. The two saw each other at art club often but were both much too busy with assignments and school. The only thing that was blatantly clear, however, was that the two had become friends.
Damian could now talk to Anya freely without stumbling over his words. He was no longer the same guy he had been in August who couldn't even speak around her. He felt happy at his progress, he felt closer to Anya. He felt content knowing that when he talked to her the smiles she gave him were for him and only him.
It was just another regular morning in the Desmond household when Damian found himself doing some early morning studying. There was a blanket around his shoulders due to the recent changes in temperature but he ignored the fact as his hand moved busily along the page.
November was here already. He could hardly believe it. It seemed just yesterday that he had been dreading his senior year, now it seemed as if it was quickly passing by him.
Damian was at the top of his class. It was to be expected.
In front of everyone he made it so it seemed effortless but behind closed doors, he was working tirelessly to meet the standard that had been placed on him.
He was a Desmond.
The blood of success ran through his veins, he couldn't allow himself to be any less than his predecessors. Still, he ran his fingers through his hair, he wondered at times why he should even bother trying to fit this standard.
It wasn't as if he really wanted to do this. He didn't enjoy missing out on time with friends and studying all the time. He didn't enjoy having to withhold a certain type of attitude and lifestyle. He had never asked for any of this and yet it had just seemingly been dumped on him since birth.
He groaned.
Why was he thinking about this right now?
He frowned.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.
He spoke, "Yes, what's going on?"
...
"Your father has arrived."
His pencil stopped moving.
His body was still.
Damian wondered if he heard wrong, "Who?" he asked the voice from the other side.
...
"Your father."
...
His eyes looked over at the door.
His mouth opened to speak but it closed soon after.
He asked a useless question, "Did he...ask to see me?"
"No."
Damian blinked. It figured. That man had never been interested in him. Damian didn't even know why he had chosen to have children. He was never around. He never cared about him. Damian, as a person, was invisible to that cold man, to him the only thing that ever existed was Damian as a legacy, as a reputation that could somehow affect his own.
Damian seemed to remember a time when he was much younger. He used to search endlessly for his father's attention. There was nothing he wanted more. Now, it was quite the opposite.
Damian tried to get back into his studies but it was to no avail. He decided he would head to school early and just stay there. He'd rather be there than anywhere near his father.
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Damian had packed his bag and alerted his butler about wanting to head to the academy.
He was on his way out the door when he saw his father from afar.
His eyes widened.
He immediately felt a coldness fall over him.
He was about to turn around and use a different hallway but it was too late as the man in front of him spotted him.
His father stared at him with his big looming eyes before looking away.
Damian expected such. There was no hello. There was no 'i missed you'. There was just silence. Bitter silence.
In that moment Damian changed his mind. He was not going to choose a different hallway to walk in, this one was just fine.
He walked towards his father but didn't face him. His eyes faced forward.
He didn't even want to look at him.
He almost passed him by when he heard his voice.
"Will you really not greet me?"
Damian's feet stopped.
His eyes peered over to the man who stood beside him. He looked up into his hollow round eyes.
"Can I help you?"
...
A silence filled the air as the two made eye contact. Damian would not look away. He was not going to break eye contact.
His father looked away, "Head off then. Don't disgrace the Desmond name."
Damian grimaced. There it was.
Desmond this, Desmond that.
It only made him hate the fact he was a Desmond even more. His inner self became angry all of a sudden. A part of him wanted to unleash all the searing, violent feelings of frustration inside him but he contained himself walking to the front door with seemingly calm composure.
It was going to be a bad week. It was going to be bad for as long as his dad was home.
