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Olivia was surprised to find Anya in tears. She had spoken to Darius earlier to try and just flush all of this shit down the toilet because she wasn't even sure that Anya would end up apologizing to Damian today.

 It appears that idea is being thrown out the window. When her adorable baby sister Anya was sobbing uncontrollably, how could it not? She had always preferred to avoid seeing Anya cry. She had taken it upon herself to protect Anya and provide her a joyful existence where all she does is irritate her and make her giggle. After all, their mother had entrusted her to her.

Observing her cry only served to remind Olivia that she wasn't doing a very good job, which pained her heart. She now has her arms crossed in front of the three males, a scowl on her face, Darius standing next to her, and Anya hiding between her legs. 

Damian turned all of his focus to his older brother, despite the two blondes' scared gazes being on her.

When his brother looked at him coldly, the little youngster shook a little. Damian wasn't at all close to his brothers because they were both older and inherently superior to him, making it difficult for him to approach them when he was younger. 

However, while Darius was homeschooled, the two of them developed a semblance of a bond, though he wouldn't dare to describe them as close. 

"Brother." 

As soon as he finished speaking, Darius' gaze locked with his. He wasn't sure if it was out of fear or surprise, but his feet appeared to move by themselves, and when he caught his brothers' attention, he took a step back.

"What is it?" He sounded nearly disinterested, though that's beside the point. Then there was silence as Damian's mind raced to come up with anything to say. Darius lifted an eyebrow at him, impatient. 

"What?" Even though Olivia found the poor boy's blushing and stuttering endearing, Darius didn't share Olivia's opinion. "Speak only when you have something to say." At his brother's chilly demeanor, Damian's agitation seemed to vanish, and he looked down in silence.

He had anticipated that at the very least, they would be able to communicate properly. Damian reddened in humiliation as he stared down at his feet, his tears threatening to spill out of their chamber. 

Once more, silence. Blue eyes surveyed the scene; Anya is still sniffling but composed, Desmond brothers under tension, and blonde boys are supporting actors. Not the worst case scenario. She effectively attracted everyone's attention by clearing her throat. "Olivia Forger, Anya's sister. Would you mind telling me why, when my little sister was only attempting to apologize, you felt the need to make her cry?"

The blondes swiftly turned their attention away from everyone else to their small leader, who avoided eye contact. They recoiled and moved back as Olivia took a step forward. 

"Well? Despite how possible it seems, Anya wouldn't cry for nothing. What did you guys do then?" 

Darius could see that the unresponsive boys staring at you was starting to annoy you. "Damian." When his name was called, Damian jumped a little before becoming motionless and stood straight like a soldier. When Olivia realized how much influence Darius had over Damian, her blue eyes began to twinkle.

To get Anya to genuinely listen, she would probably have to torment her with peanuts or something. "Yes?" Olivia watched Darius as he cocked his head to look at his brother suspiciously. "You didn't listen, did you? The Forger-Midget was hurt by what you boys did. So what was it?" 

Simple as pie. It only took Darius, and Damian and his henchmen revealed everything to the teenagers. "Hmm. I get it, now. Then, Damian?" Damian gave Olivia a scared-looking face. Now that he is aware that the older Forger knows he had mildly bullied her sister, who knows what she might do.

"You never responded to Anya's apology." Damian blinks. "You can accept it, put this behind you, and continue to be friends. Alternatively, you might reject it and, well, I guess. I dunno." She turned to face Darius, who was only shrugging his shoulders. 

"And after that, we may part ways and do our own thing. Though," She paused in front of the young man down to his level so they could face each other. With a slight blush on his face, Damian whipped his head back. Darius noticed it and scowled. "If you would simply pardon Anya, I would be very happy."

"She's been really struggling with this whole situation, you know? I would love it if you two could become friends." Damian experienced difficulty breathing. He was hardly listening to what the hell Olivia was saying; instead, he was fixated by her eyes. Lovely and sparkling filled with remorse, love, and comprehension. 

It resembled something from an anime or something. [👀]

The area surrounding them seemed to be filled with a pink romantic aura as rose petals of various colors flowed with the breeze that suddenly appeared and swirled around her and him. Romantic music that hadn't even been invented played from I don't know where, bro- the clouds?-not likely.

His little fists subconsciously clung to his shirt, precisely where his heart was beating rapidly. It wasn't stopping. Not that you'd want it to, anyhow. Damian stared at her intently, trying to make sense of how he was feeling right then. 

'W-what. Why am I feeling this way. My chest feels strange. She is very kind. So lovely.' Olivia was unaware because her current goal was to get Damian to accept Anya as his friend. Darius was aware, though. Oh, he was certainly aware. He who has no experience in this, but he is still aware somehow. And he absolutely hated it. To be honest.

'Weird.' Nobody seemed to see him move while he was standing very close to Damian, and then.

*smack*

Everyone gasped in disbelief at what had just occurred. Anya and Olivia both had dotted eyes as they stared at the brothers, perplexed. 'Nani? Da Fu-?' 

Damian raised his head in shock - and pain - and gazed up at Darius. "Accept the apology. Now." And he did just that. Darius smiled and nodded. "Say you'll be her friend now." Damian appeared like he'd rather choose death. But he did it nonetheless. Darius nodded once again, satisfied.

He turned to face Olivia, slightly anticipating her reaction. Olivia chuckled as she ruffled his hair. "Nice work, pretty boy. Thank you for your assistance." Darius became Damian 2.0 and had his own romantic fantasy. 

Damian looked at his brother with wide eyes, kinda creeped out. As she stretched, Oliva breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her gaze to the children. "Now that we've finished, pretty boy and I will take our leave. I need to get back to the squad-fam. Be nice friends, please."

She and Darius then exited, but not before Olivia kissed Anya on the cheek and patted Damian on the head, declaring him Pretty Boy Jr. The kids stood awkwardly with each other as the teens left. 

Anya stared at the three boys standing in front of her, looking a little irritated that they had to be her friends. 

" 𓁹‿𓁹" 

Damian and his friends chased her around the school for the rest of the break. What nice friends.

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