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Anya came back to class a few minutes later with puffy eyes, Damian acted like he didn’t care. She sat back on her seat next to Becky and tried to pay attention to the science teacher. Damian would glance at her every few minutes, but she never seemed to look at him. He never thought he would miss her stupid smirk so much.
‘Whatever’ Damian thought ‘She’ll come back to normal tomorrow’. Damian took another glance at her to find out she was already looking at him. Their eyes met for a split second before Anya was back to taking some notes. Damian felt his heart sink, is that how their “friendship” ends? Because of a stupid joke? He turned his head back towards the teacher ‘I can just buy her a bag of peanuts tomorrow! No big deal!’
The school day ended, and Damian packed his stuff and went to his room in the dormitories, he tried not to think of Anya so much (He wasn’t very successful). When it was time for bed, he turned his lights off and tried to sleep. Damian shifted uncomfortably in his bed, he couldn’t sleep. Why was he thinking about her so much?! Why does he even care?! He groaned into his pillow and closed his eyes.
Few minutes have passed, Damian kicked his sheets and got up from his bed. He grabbed an empty sheet of paper and slammed in on his desk. “Stupid shrimp!” he yelled to no one as he started sketching.
Damian walked into class the following day looking tired with a neatly folded paper in his hand. He walked towards Anya’s seat and stretched his arm for her “Here, you can stop being pouty now”
Anya looked slightly puzzled when she took the paper from Damian’s hand, Damian tried not to think about how their fingers brushed.
Anya unfolded the paper and Damian’s cheeks got redder as her smile got bigger when she saw the portrait Damian drew of her. The art itself was impressive, and the colors looked so vibrant. He definitely used high quality, expensive colors for this. He even signed his name at the bottom right corner of the paper.
“Thank you, Sy-on boy! I love it!” Damian thanked God she wasn’t looking at him because he knew he was a blushing mess.
“This is just to show to the art teacher! Don’t think I did it for you!” He barked at her before he walked towards his seat.
“Wait, when did you draw this?” Anya asked him
“Last night”
“So, you drew it from memory?”
“… yes” Damian felt embarrassed that her face was so engraved in his brain that he could draw her without any reference “And I stayed past my bedtime for you, so you better be grateful!”
“For me? I thought it was for the art teacher”
“SHUT UP!”