Damianya one shots ❤️

Humour me, please

I nearly forgot I had quite a few drafts waiting to be published 😅. So here's one of them.

I present to to you ... "Humour me, please"

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Chapter One: Like a Disaster With a Heart

Anya Forger didn't try to be a walking catastrophe. It just sort of... happened.

In theory, she should've been invisible. She was quiet, average in height, not especially good at anything, and not especially bad—except that every time she tried to help, something went horribly, theatrically wrong. It wasn't even impressive failure. It was humiliating, slapstick, school-wide-announcement-level failure.

Most students at Eden Academy avoided her. Even the teachers seemed to hesitate before saying her name during roll call. When she walked into a room, people subconsciously stepped aside. Some claimed it was because she was unpredictable. Others, more dramatically, called her cursed.

She didn't blame them, really.

So when she signed up to help organize the school's Annual Talent Show, her name sat lonely on the volunteer sheet for a full twenty-four hours. One by one, the other names were mysteriously erased, and the excuses flooded in: "family emergencies," "sports conflicts," and "sudden glitter allergies."

But Anya didn't give up. She showed up for the first meeting with a clipboard, a pen, and her determined, mildly nervous smile.

She wasn't alone.

Across the gym, leaning casually against the folded bleachers, stood Damian Desmond.

He wasn't supposed to be there. As the son of Donovan Desmond and practically Eden Academy royalty, Damian didn't need to help out with the talent show. But he was also too polite to refuse when Mr. Henderson cornered him with a guilt trip about "school legacy" and "responsibility."

He expected to show up, sign a few things, and disappear. What he didn't expect was Anya Forger dropping a box of foam microphones the moment he stepped into the room, then chasing one across the gym floor as it rolled under a bench.

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Chapter Two: Nothing like chaos to start the day

The first rays of spring sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Eden Academy's gym, casting long shadows over the scattered chairs and piles of equipment. The usually pristine stage looked more like a war zone—tangled cables, half-inflated balloons, and a suspicious pile of glitter sat waiting for Anya's arrival.

Anya Forger pushed open the gym doors, her clipboard clutched tightly to her chest. Today was rehearsal day number one, and the weight of responsibility pressed down on her like the stack of forgotten props on the far side of the room.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Okay, Anya," she muttered under her breath. "You can do this."

The gym was empty except for a few crew members setting up sound equipment, their faces tight with concentration. She scanned the room for Damian, hoping he'd already arrived to offer his usual steady presence. No sign of him yet.

Pulling out her checklist, she began ticking off tasks—lighting tests, sound checks, stage setup. Her pen was precise, her plan meticulous. This time, everything would go right.

But as she stepped toward the stack of foam microphones, the unmistakable sound of someone practicing a dramatic vocal warm-up echoed from the corner. Anya turned to see a group of students gathered for rehearsal—singers, dancers, and magicians all vying for space on the cramped stage.