Damian x Anya Oneshots

Separation Anxiety

Author's note: Anya is 16 years old and Damian is 17 years old.

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No One's POV:
"Damian~!" Anya whined, tugging the hem of Damian's new Imperial Scholar cape. "Please don't leave me..." She continued to complain. Anya secretly moved into the Cecile Hall dorms, which is meant for male students, a few months ago - she's still not used to being away from her parents.

Anya and Damian liked eachother since they were first years at Eden Academy, but recently confessed their feelings. "Anya," Damian groaned, a faint blush appearing on his face. "I need to go to the meeting or I'll get a Tonitrus Bolt!" He looked down at Anya, meeting a pair of bright green puppy-like eyes, and pouting lips.

Damn it! She's so cute! Damian sighed, slowly leaning down to meet eye level with Anya. "I promise I'll be back as soon as the meeting ends, okay?"
"Pinky promise?" Anya held out her pinky, as Damian interlocked their fingers. With a small reassuring smile, he replied "I promise."

Anya's POV:
An hour has past and I'm starting to get nervous. I walk back and forth in panic, my hands starting to sweat. I need Damian. Quickly approaching the dorm's telephone, I pressed in the buttons to call the reception, hesitantly hovering my finger over the call button. No, you've got to be strong, Anya. You can't be so selfish, he's busy.

It was pitch black outside, and I was going insane. I waited impatiently in front of the door, rocking my body back and forth. Before I knew it, a fountain of tears pour down my rosy cheeks. Tears slowly fall to floor as a tall figure enters the dorm. Looking up with tear-filled eyes, my gaze caught up with "D-Damian!" I squealed, jumping up from the floor into his warm embrace.

Damian's POV:
"Anya, what's wrong? Have you been crying?" I ask, cupping her damp, tear-stained cheeks. I was met with silence as Anya continued to bury her head into my chest. A wave of realisation hit me, my eyes growing wide open "Is it because I left you?" I felt a slow nod from Anya as my heart tightened with guilt. "Anya..." I sighed, pulling her tighter into the embrace, "I'm so sorry. Why didn't you call me?"
"I was embarassed to admit that I have separation anxiety..." She hiccuped, "I-I was also scared that I would've interrupted your meeting."

My eyes softened. Why didn't you tell me earlier, dear? "Anya," I lifted her chin upwards with my finger, meeting eye-level with the beauty. "I can't bare to see you like this. Please, call me whenever you need me. Okay?"

Anya nodded as I connected her lips with mine, her eyes widening with surprise. "D-Damian!" Anya pulled away, her face turning into a blushing mess. I laughed at her flustered face, wiping her tears with my thumb.

"I promise I'll never leave you."