To Be, Or Not To Be|| SPY X FAMILY

Memory#2||Damian Desmond

"I'll never forgive her! Ever!" Damian said through gritted teeth. Emile shot Erwin a look and sighed, "Boss man, you said that...already..." Erwin nodded along, Damian looked at both of them angrily, knowing they were right. He did say that over a hundred times today. A hundred and one times yesterday. 

"I hate her! She's an idiot!"

"You said that too..."

"..."

"Ha! Are you even on my side?!" Damian scoffed, knowing he was behaving unreasonably. Well, he was already behaving unreasonably, since yesterday, when Anya attained yet another Stella and this time, beat him... in history.

"First classical literature.., and then the subject I'm good at!" He slammed his books down on the table  angrily, making the both of them flinch. They were in the very extravagant Eden library, "W-Well... boss man, it's just the midterms.., you still have plenty of chances at beating her!" Emile said. "Yeah! Besides, she's just a commoner! You're Damian Desmond," Erwin chided.

"..."

Damian looked at both of them, who waited patiently for his reaction, he let out a huge sigh as he began to put books onto the shelves, "I suppose, you two are not wrong."

"Even so, it's just unfair that I have to do commoner work!" Damian muttered angrily,

"Well, a punishment is a punishment, bossman," 

"Even so-" he started off,

"You did instigate an argument and almost punched her," another voice spoke from behind, Damian jerked his head to the side to see who it was. "Blackbell," he snarled, "Desmond," she frowned, "this is the consequences of your unruly behaviour, or... as Mister Henderson would put it..." she smirked, "Not. Elegant."

"Hey! Bossman's super elegant!" Emile pointed at her, she gave him a smug look, 

"Oh please! You two hang around him like a bunch of lackeys and you still call him that pathetic nickname," she giggled. 

"Oh, wanna have a go, Blackbell, is that it?" Damian clenched his fists, "Oh, bring it on!"

"Fine then. Let's talk about that one time when you spilled red wine on your dress despite your mother telling you to not drink it." Becky gasped and glared at him as the other two snickered, "Lets talk about the time when you mistook a mitten for a sock!"

"Let's talk about the time when you had a crush on Forger's pops!"

"I was six! and delusional!" Becky stammered, turning red, 

"You still are delusional!" Damian laughed loudly as Becky stomped her feet angrily.

"Oh please, the person who's more delusional than me is you, Desmond," Becky glared at him fiercely, "Really? And how is that?"

"One word: peanut girl,"

That was the last straw, Becky had gone too far. "You're dead, Blackbell," Damian spoke in a threatening tone, "No, I'm pretty much alive and beautiful, As always," she flipped her hair dramatically as she stared down on the olive green haired boy. 

""Bossman, what is she saying?" Erwin inquired, reluctantly as Emile nodded,

 "H-huh?! Nothing that has to do with me!"

"It has everything to do with you... and love," Becky let out a dreamy sigh.

"You- I don't like her, I never will-"

"Oh my god!" She squealed,"you're still in the denial stage!" 

"What the hell is that?"

"You like her, you do! Oh my god-"

"..."

As Damian tried to deny his 'profound infatuation' for supposed 'peanut girl,' Becky looked at him one more time, "Just so you know, Anya was the one who begged Professor Henderson to give you a mediocre punishment rather than a tonitrus bolt! Okay, now I'm going! Bye!"

"Wait- where are you- OI. BLACKBELL-"

It was too late as Becky happily sprinted off, her long brown hair bouncing behind her.

Damian had the urge to run after her but he knew that Professor Henderson would be coming soon. "Damnit."

"Don't worry bossman!"

"Yeah, she was just trying to provoke you! We'll find some dirt on her if you want!" they offered, Damian shook his head, "it's better to not heed the words of delusional people like her,"

"Expected from bossman!" Erwin said proudly as Emile chided with 'such wise words, indeed.'

"And call me Damian from now onwards!" He hissed as the both of them nodded. 

Damian turned around as Emile started talking but he wasn't listening to a word his friends were saying, there was only one thing on his mind.

She did that for me?

I'll never forgive her, dammit.

But... I should thank her...

IN HER DREAMS, SHE'S NEVER GETTING A THANK YOU OUT OF ME!

Damian felt a wave of heat rush over him as he thought about those... annoying...beaming eyes glittering at his direction and put a book on the shelf so aggressively that Emile and Erwin couldn't help but find themselves a bit concerned.

Seven years. Seven fucking years had passed by, Emile and Erwin no longer called him bossman, he was no longer being punished for instigating an argument with Anya, he no longer lived in the school dorms, his portrait was put in the hall of Brilliance, in between Anya's and his older brother's.

Everything had changed. Damian had changed.

But even so, even if he'd never admit it in a thousand lifetimes, he was utterly, infuriatingly and undoubtedly in love with Anya.

If only he could have a chance to tell her.