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 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷
November was almost over and what was coming? Snow. It had finally made its grand arrival as both Anya and Damian lay side by side in it as girlfriend and boyfriend.
Damian looked over at his girlfriend, his eyes calming at the site of her.
Anya's hair was filled with snowflakes, they were scattered all around her head as she stared up at the white sky above her. Her gloved hand was holding his as she breathed out the cold hair, her head slowly turning over to look at Damian.
Upon seeing him staring at her, her face flushed a red colour.
"W-What?"
"Nothing," he responded, "I didn't say anything."
"Damian, you're staring."
Damian smirked, "I am?" he inched his face closer to hers, "I didn't notice."
"You're supposed to be trying to make a snow angel, not staring at me."
"I rather lie here with you. Snow angels can wait."
Anya leaned closer to him, "There's snow in your hair."
Damian blinked, "There's snow in your hair too-"
Anya slowly buried her face into his neck, glomping herself on top of him as Damian felt his girlfriend's warmth against his. They were lucky they were in a hidden area of a park or else he would've been quite flustered, instead he felt relaxed, his arms wrapping around her pink jacket as he held her close to him.
...
Now that he was in Anya's world more often than before he found himself having to learn more about the girl he had always crushed on.
It turned out Anya was very much a physical touch person, she loved holding his hand or hugging him. She had a tendency to hold him whenever she could and when they were alone she seemed to love lying on top of him.
Damian didn't mind it. In fact, he liked it. He liked this new side of Anya he was experiencing.
It was also apparent to him that she painted a lot more than he thought. It seemed Anya's path to university was not like Damian's. She was trying to get into a competitive art program and was using a lot of her time entering contests and such. She was an avid painter, always finding inspiration from the smallest things. She was also a quick learner at anything other than academics, it seemed Anya was just okay at school. At times, she didn't seem like she knew what she was doing but she always managed to turn out alright.
Anya loved Damian and Damian loved her back.
Damian had refrained from telling anyone about their relationship. As far as friends went, the only three who actually knew about them were his two best friends and Becky.
To everyone else, they were just casual friends. They didn't talk much in school only in art club when Anya would relentlessly go out of her way to give him hidden messages and cues.
He had done it this way as a precaution. He didn't want his father to find out. If for whatever reason, his father even caught a hint of their relationship all hell would break loose. He could hear his voice already,
'A commoner? You're dating a commoner?'
He cleared his mind a second later. He didn't even want to think about it. He simply wanted to enjoy his moments with Anya; painting with each other, ice skating, baking, shopping and now, lying in the snow holding her close, under the cloudy white sky.
He breathed out slowly watching the fog trail up in the air
There was nowhere else he'd rather be.
::
In the Desmond manor, all was quiet. There was no one home due to the young master being out and yet for some strange reason, a Desmond was calling the head butler. This was unusual. The butler never received many calls from this reserved phone, exclusive to only Desmonds, other than from Damian.
The man picked up the phone, "Hello-"
"Where is Damian? Go get him for me."
It was Damian's father.
"This is urgent. Go get him at once."
"The young master is not home currently," the man said, "He's out right now."
There was a silence.
...
This was news to Damian's father, "Where is he?" he asked calmly, it was a scary calm, too calm.
"He's with Ms. Forger."
"Ms. Forger?" he asked quietly, " Which Ms. Forger?"
"His friend from school," the butler replied smoothly, "they've been spending an awful lot of time together."
...
"She's Damian's friend? Which family is she from? What does her father do?"
...
"She's a commoner, sir."
The phone call was immediately cut.
Donovan Desmond had hung up the call.
He decided to take the next flight out and come home to see what was going on.
