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-Did you hear that? They say she almost hit Damian-kun!
–She's a commoner, so I'm not surprised she doesn't have any manners.
–Despite the whole situation, I'm so jealous of her! I also want to work out punishment with Damian-kun!
–Boss-man, you're bleeding!
-А? - Damian looks at his newfound friends and only now notices how blood started flowing from his nose. – It happens, places with a lot of people annoy me.
In fact, Desmond simply could not stand the aggression that he heard in the thoughts of his classmates. Ewen hurried to get wet wipes and hand the package to another fry. Damian nodded and wiped his nose. After many cases of bleeding and even loss of consciousness, he began to ignore the problem and tried to focus on "turning off" as many people around him as possible.
But then the teacher came in, and Damian breathed a sigh of relief. He was watching the teacher out of the corner of his eye, actually staring only at the girl sitting in the front row. Anya Forger.
Damian has already decided that he will do everything to prevent the war from breaking out. And this means that he will need to watch the owner of big green eyes and wonderful and soft pink hair. And he will have to not just watch, but do everything so that she does not get Tonitrus Bolts and at the same time earn enough Stellas. Considering what he's already seen, it's not going to be an easy task.
Desmond responded lazily when the teacher called his name. The boy could understand even from the young man's face alone that he was a little afraid of Donovan's second son. He didn't even need the ability to read minds to know that he was respected and feared.
And his entire status came to him from his father, who hates him so much that he allowed strangers and cruel people to torture his own son's body.
Damian blinked a couple of times, trying to banish the memories that his childish brain had erased. Of course, Desmond didn't remember everything, but what he had already forgotten still haunts him in nightmares.
So, the boy listened attentively to the teacher, trying not to focus on the thoughts of other people. But then he lowered his gaze, and discontent flared up in the little disciple's chest.
How dare she sleep when her father is trying to stop the war? Is she not going to earn Stellas at all?! At this rate, she will be kicked out of school.
Damian tore a small sheet from his notebook under the surprised looks of his friends. He quickly wrote a message and threw the leaf right into the top of Anya's head while the teacher was not looking. The girl instantly raised her head and began to look around in fright. Becky looked at Desmond with a displeased look while Forger tried to figure out what was going on.
–Sensei, Desmond just threw a piece of paper at Anya-chan!
–She's sleeping right in class! This is a violation of discipline!
–Let's not quarrel at the first lesson of the year, – the teacher raises his hands up and tries to calm everyone down. – Damian... s-san, please don't throw paper at anyone else. Anya-kun, please stay awake and pay attention to the lesson. If you miss the first few topics, then it will be difficult to catch up with the rest.
Forger sighed sadly, and Blackbell stuck out her tongue at the boy before starting to listen to the teacher again.
Sy-on boy wakes me up just when I almost kissed the prince and became the queen of peanuts. I'll never forgive him for that.
Damian barely restrained himself from laughing. He allowed himself a quiet chuckle that caught the attention of his friends.
–Sleepy and incomprehensible Forger really looks ridiculous!
-Yes, she is, - Desmond replied with a chuckle. Emile smiled and looked towards the window.
–How about a walk around the school grounds after lessons, Damian-sama? Because of this ugly, you couldn't get a better look at Eden.
Desmond nodded quickly, glad that he could still not get lost on the way to school after studying it thoroughly. But at the same time, he had to follow Anya in every lesson to understand her strengths and weaknesses.
It's a pity that she doesn't stay at school after graduation. If she lived in a dorm, it would be much easier for me to monitor her actions. Fortunately, I have a lot of big breaks between classes and lunch.
Damian grins to himself, burning his eyes into Forger's back. As soon as your father stops the war, I won't even be able to leave the country. And that's fine. I like it here. I'd like to... finally see what the real world looks like.
Desmond quickly pushed his thoughts away and stared at his notebook. He should not lose the thread of the narrative either…
When Damian left the classroom, he heard Becky ranting about how the second son of the Desmond family is a spoiled fool. However, the boy could easily tell that Blackbell was actually thinking about something completely different. No, of course, she still didn't like her classmate too much, but…
What if this story, which is based on the cliche "love-hate"? What if Desmond really wanted to attract Anya-chan's attention in this way?! Although, of course, he is not worthy of her, but I can't just trample on his feelings! No, of course I can do that, but what if Anya-chan loves him too? It will be the most gorgeous and interesting love story!..
А... fall in love with Forger?! Damian even stops on the spot from such thoughts. What is there in it! Yes, she has cute "horns". And the eyes are big and beautiful, like precious stones! And the hair looks like cotton candy!.. But she's a stupid fool, she's ugly and terrible. I will never fall in love with someone like her!..
–Hey, Boss-man, are you all right? You're blushing.
Desmond quickly shook his head and said that everything was fine with him.
–Forger just annoys me by not paying enough attention to classes. If she gets a Tonitrus Bolt, it will be a shame for our class!
–I don't understand how I ended up in the same class with her at all. My aunt said that only children of the highest ranks should be in the class!
–Did you ask your aunt, Emile?!
–She is the Minister of Education, I have the right to know!
Anya, what are you doing? Don't listen to Blackbell, you need to apologize to Donovan's son immediately to build a friendship with him!
Eh? Is this Anya's dad?! Damian turned his head and looked at the cleaner, who was somehow too nervously mopping the floors. I heard she almost hit the second son, and she should apologize for that! Because the manifestation of such aggression can lead to the fact that they will hate each other!
Damian stopped, looking at the janitor. I have to give her a hint somehow! But due to the influence of the heiress of the Blackbell family, it will be harder for Anya to come to the conclusion that apologies are important! I have to do everything to make them friends!
I have to somehow hint to him that this is all a waste of time. Let him get busy rather than force Anya to apologize. Besides, friendship with me won't give him anything anyway.
–I wonder if anyone noticed that the vase in that corridor is different? - Desmond stopped, watching the janitor out of the corner of his eye.
–Everyone has definitely noticed how elegantly and beautifully you have placed a new vase, Damian-sama! – Ewen smiled broadly.
–Although I still don't understand why Forger didn't get the Bolt.
-Yes! Not only did she break the vase, but she almost hit you!
–Well, I'm not mad at her, – the boy spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. – It would be stupid for me to be offended by such fools and commoners like her.
Damian looked towards the janitor with a grin. Well? Now you see, Forger-san, that I am not offended by your daughter?..
It's worse than I thought! The boy's eyes widen sharply. He doesn't even consider her an equal! I urgently need to figure out how to make them start being friends! Maybe common interests? I've worked with kids just a bit, I don't know what they like. Especially the children of the highest ranks. I must urgently conduct research and direct Anya to the right path!
Damian watched as the cleaner, washing in front of him, glides forward and practically flies away. The boy's jaw almost touched the floor. How did he come to this?!
Desmond mentally slapped himself in the face and angrily went forward. He could hear his friends thinking that it was all because of Forger. Technically, it's because of this family that he's angry. That's just because of the head of the family.
Damian barely restrained himself from falling to his knees and staring at the floor. I'm strong, I can handle it. Forger-san can do whatever he wants. I will bring your mission to a successful end myself!..
Damian-sama walks so aggressively that dents remain in the carpet after him…
Did this girl make him so angry that his anger started burning through the carpet through his legs? Damian-sama is so cool!
Anya showed up in the dining room. Damian easily found her pink hair. His cheeks were flushed, but he was willing to sacrifice his pride for the mission.
–What do you need, Desmond? - Becky asked with a displeased face.
Come on, it's simple. I only need to say "become my friend, Forger". Nothing terrible will happen…
–You... I... – Damian swallowed, trying to collect his thoughts.
–What, have you forgotten how to speak from our beauty? - Blackbell asked with a giggle.
What does he need? Does he really want to cause trouble again, but now for both of us? I won't allow it!
The omelet is delicious. And Sy-on's face is still as stupid and a bit like peanuts.
–Y-you!.. - the boy's face flushed slightly with anger. He began to notice that more and more people were looking at him, and in the end he couldn't think of anything better than to shout: – Because of you, I had to carry a heavy vase to some unknown place and put flowers there! I'm taking your omelet as payment for my labors!
Anya watched in horror as Damian grabbed a plate along with a spoon and scooped up a small portion of food. Then he put it in his mouth and started chewing aggressively. Tears of despair almost appeared in the girl's eyes. My omelet!..
Desmond looked into Forger's eyes for a few seconds, and then put down the plate and said with a mouth full of un-chewed food:
–You're lucky that I'm strong enough that no vase seems too heavy for me! So I'll only take one spoon from you. But don't you dare give me any more trouble, you understand, shrimp?!
Damian spun around, feeling his cheeks getting redder and redder by the second. In his mind, he was beating his head with his hand and shouting at himself.
My omelet! Anya smiled happily and scooped up a new portion to eat. Mom said that fools don't need to be offended. Therefore, Anya will not blame Sy-on boy.
–Anya-chan, ugh, don't do that! This spoon was licked by Desmond! Let me get you another one!
–Will the omelet be spoiled because of the mouth of the second son?
–Anyway, let me get you another spoon! Stay here.
Meanwhile, Damian, who had received his food, was banging his head on the table, only now realizing that he was eating with the same spoon that Anya had licked before. And technically... it was an indirect kiss.
Friendship: ?..
Romantic attachment: ?!.......