"Anya Forger, 15 years old. Damian Desmond, 17 years old. Two old classmates ever since childhood have feelings for each other although... none of them seem to confess just yet. Will they have a happy everlasting ending as if the spring had bloom in...
After the incident with Danica and Anya, Damian kept worrying about it. What if Danica will do something worse to Anya? He kept questioning himself as he kept worrying...
"What do I do..." Damian whispered to himself.
'fuck. Only if she didn't come here- no... If IT didn't come here. I can't even count Danica as a person, mentioning her name outloud always makes me puke.' he clutched his hands forming a fist.
'I have to make Anya mine before Danica will do anything harshfull to her.' Damian kept planning and planning to protect her as if it was his last life and mission.
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After class, Anya has already left to go home while Damian had to go to a club meeting for materials that is needed. Danica saw Damian walking out the classroom as she ran to Damian
"Hey Lord Damian!" She looked at him as if they were close, as when she was about to put her hands on his shoulder to pat him she slapped his hands off
"W-what the..." She gasped due to the sudden slap he did to her hand. She was pissed but was ridiculously flabbergasted.
"I don't want your filthy hands touching me. Goodbye." Damian got straight to the point leaving her. He walked away as he was heading to the meeting.
'oh well...' Danica grabbed on her own shoulder
'oh Lord Damian.' she rested her chin on her palm as she grinned as the thought..
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'I'll do anything to make you mine. I'll ruin Anya Forger.'
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Anya was in the house as she was treating her scar in her wrist.
'ouch..' she cursed under her breath
"Anya who did this to you? Loid is still on his mission so he isn't here until tomorrow morning, are you okay? Does it still hurt Anya?" Yor asked worriedly as if she was dying, she kept putting bandages like it was major... Well yeah it hurts but it's not gonna kill Anya...
'who would do this to sweet Anya?!' she thought with a worried face
"Mama, I'm fine! It's already healing and I feel much better than earlier...!" She smiled answerinf the question.
'that's good but who did this..'
"Who did this to you?" Yor asked sternly, she was ready to torture- I mean, "tell them off" whoever did this to Anya.
"Just a classmate, it was an accident, we were playing!" Anya lied. She's scared that if she told Yor then she'd be prisoned!
"Okay.. be careful next time!" She got up
"Do you want tea Anya?" She was ready brewing Jasmine tea.
"Yeps! Thank you!" She beamed as the wound healed.
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At 8:12 pm, she was studying and doing homework after finishing her tea and fixing her hair into a messy bun, but then there was a knock at the door.
'is it Papa?' she got up as Yor left for a meeting with the Garden.
She walked to the door rubbing her eye
"Who's this..?" She asked behind the door to make sure.
"Anya, it's me..." 'What a familiar voice- wait- DAMIAN?!'
Anya opened the door as she saw Damian who was holding her textbook that she was looking for.
"Here's your textbook, you left it at your desk on our last period. You should be more careful." He gave the textbook to her as her hair was semi-messy...
'she looks cute with a hair like that...'
He coughed a bit as he was trying to say something..
"So Anya uhm, can we hang out tomorrow...? At 2 p m... Of course you can say no-" He was worried she'd decline but before he could even finish saying it Anya grabbed his hands and pulled it closer to her chest
"OF COURSE! I would like to Sy-on boy!" She smiled
"Alright then.." Damian was shocked but smiled at her answer being relieved that she didn't say no.
"See ya Sy-on boy!" She smiled at him waving goodbye as he did too.
As Anya shut the door, Damian went outside the building as he called his driver to pick him up. As he was waiting he wore a sweet smile, he was glad Anya was okay.
'Anya...' he gripped her chest
'you made me worried for nothing huh... You silly.'
