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Author's Note; (NO SPOILERS AT ALL)
Anya offered Damian a cake, and as she moved closer, embracing him, Damian blushed. Being shorter, when she buried her face into his chest and looked up at him, their proximity hinted at a potential kiss. But just as things heated up, an alarm clock shattered the moment.
"Ah! What did I just dream?" Damian shrieked, his face as red as a tomato. It was his first dream about her, a surprise since he usually dreamt only about tests and exams. Annoyed, he aggressively brushed his teeth, knowing he'd have to face her today—she was his gym partner, adding to his frustration.
Meanwhile, Loid attempted to wake Anya by screaming in her ears, but her half-conscious state led to random mutterings about spies. Eventually, she readied herself for the day, spotting Becky's car, anticipating a great day ahead, especially since it was gymnastics day. However, her recent quiz score dampened her spirits. Reading Damian's thoughts, "She's slightly getting better"Damian's mind, making eye contact with him, causing him to avert his gaze.
During gymnastics class, the activity involved a race where partners tied their legs together with a rope, synchronizing their movements for speed. Anya, in an attempt to maintain balance, secured the rope around Damian's waist with her arm. Damian, flustered and taking too long to process the situation, ended up tripping over her, causing her to hit the back of her head. She burst into tears and had to leave the game due to her injury. Damian, feeling responsible as her partner, did his best to comfort her. Eventually, her sobs subsided, and she leaned against his chest, making him smile as he remembered his dream about her.
To be continued..!)