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 𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷
On the day Anya was supposed to come over Damian was well prepared. He knew how he wanted things to go and was ready for things to happen.
However, things didn't end up going smoothly.
He had overslept.
He had been so stressed about it the night before. He had played through how the events would go lots of times in his head. He would introduce her, they would talk for a while, she would meet his dad and somehow his father would be forced to go along with it. He had been so sure he'd be able to take full control of the situation but now, as he looked at the clock he realized he had woken up two hours late.
The amount of panic that overcame Damian when he saw the time on his phone was unbearable.
In a matter of seconds, he could feel his world falling apart.
Was she here? Had she arrived in the house already? Had his father already had the chance to meet her?
The thought troubled him further and he stumbled out of bed to deal with the stressful situation.
Getting ready was a blur and a rush--by the time he stepped out into the hallway he was practically running toward the living room.
Upon making it there, however, he saw nothing.
His heart dropped.
Where was Anya? Where was his father?
He looked around frantically. They weren't here. They really weren't here. He forced himself to calm down. Of course, they wouldn't be here. This was where he had intended to bring them but if he wasn't in the equation that would mean Anya was wherever her father wanted her to be. The thought itself made chills run down his spine. This simply could not be happening. By sheer form of luck he saw the head butler in the distance.
Wasting no time, he made his way over to him and spoke the words that weighed so heavily on his mind.
"Where is she?"
The butler looked at the Desmond with concern, "Are you alright mas--"
"Where is she?" he repeated.
The butler blinked before answering in a calm tone, "If you are talking about Ms. Anya and your father, they're in the garden."
Damian's eyebrow rose.
The garden?
Why were they in the garden? Was his father burying her? Was she still alive?
Rushing in the opposite direction of which he came his mind swirled in endless circles. He couldn't fathom what the two of them were doing together. He didn't understand why no one had bothered to wake him up.
On a day like this, when the stakes were so high, he had wanted everything to go perfectly but he couldn't help but feel immense dread as his heart pounded hurtfully in his chest.
When he finally stepped out into the back of the manor he looked around the lavish garden with turbulent eyes. He didn't know how he would find them in such a large area. They could practically be anywhere, in the rose garden, near the pond, in the maze.
He began walking. He walked for as far as he could until he heard a giggle.
His feet stopped.
His eyebrows furrowed.
Was it his imagination?
The voices he heard were faint but when he heard a giggle yet again he was certain. Anya. Anya was laughing. She was nearby. He walked a bit further along the long rows of flowers and he came to a stop when he was at a corner.
By now the voices were loud and clear and he could overhear them as they spoke.
"I like him. You understand don't you Mr. Donovan?"
"Of course."
"I hope he wasn't too stressed about this. You're very understanding."
"He was," Damian heard his father correct her, "and he won't be anymore."
Damian's eyebrow furrowed.
What was happening? Why were they talking so pleasantly with each other?
He revealed himself slowly, walking around the walls of bushes into the area. He was met with a small table, tea, and cookies. It seemed Anya had brought the cookies because they seemed oddly familiar and the atmosphere was strangely peaceful. Anya and his father looked oddly comfortable with each other.
He was the odd one out.
His father spotted him first, "You're late," he stated.
His father looked rather calm, not agitated in the slightest.
"You should sit down."
Damian gave a nod before heading over and sitting beside Anya. She looked like her normal self. She seemed happy and was dressed in a beautiful green dress. Her hair was tied back neatly and she wore a pair of silver earrings that seemed rather expensive.
He gave a sigh of relief.
What had he gotten all worked up for? It seemed even his father had been shifted by her charm.
Anya was Anya. He had nothing to worry about.
Donovan watched as his son proceeded to stare at her lovingly.
After the past two-hour conversation he had with the Forger and his son so mesmerized in her presence Donovan concluded the two were over the roof for each other.
It seemed their liking for each other was genuine and if that was the case he had no business or intention of keeping them apart.
Donovan decided he would let them be.
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When Anya finally left later that evening, there was no need for Damian and his father to be around each other any longer. The sun was setting and the orange sky made the garden look rather majestic. Damian missed Anya already but decided he would survive until he saw her again.
Damian sighed before turning and heading toward the manor.
"Stop."
Damian's feet came to a halt.
He looked behind him, "Yes?"
His father who was still sitting in the chair slowly rose.
"I'll accept your relationship."
...
"What?"
"I will not repeat myself."
Before he had the chance to say another word his father began walking to his office.
As he passed Damian by he spoke, "She's fine," he said simply.
