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@damianyaweek day 3 Storm aged-up characters, high school Au

Anya Forger cringed. “Those clouds look pretty ugly. I hope it doesn’t storm until I get home.” They were a dark grey and dense, a far cry from the fluffy white shapes of a child’s daydream.

“Then why don’t I give you a ride,” Becky Blackbell asked her best friend as they walked to the bus stop fronting the school.

“It’s okay, I’m sure the bus will be here soon.”

“Okay, then I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” Becky waved on her way to the car.

“See ya!” Anya waved back as she sat on the bus bench.

In the distance, a rolling rumbling sound caused Anya to shrink again. This is ridiculous she chided herself. ‘You’re 16, too old to be scared of storms!’ But as another rumble, this time closer hit, she had to catch herself from whimpering. She’d always hated storms ever since those days in the research facility. Alone and locked up in a tiny room with no one to comfort her through the terrible booms and flashing bolts that lit up her darkened room. ‘Not again, please…’

Like dimming a lamp, the sky had gone from light grey to black. All the hairs on her arms stood up as a strange pressure began to build in the air. The trees around campus started to sway as gusts funneled through buildings, creating a horrible whooshing sound. Anya grabbed her cap and held to her cape as the wind picked up even more. The storm was rolling in much faster than she could’ve anticipated! Her eyes started darting around, gauging the best place to run for when—

BOOM!

Anya screamed and jumped from the enormous clap of thunder. It sounded like it was right above her! Then—

CRACKLE, BOOM!

Within seconds, a trailing bolt of orange-yellow lightning streaked through the clouds, splintering into hundreds more of rapports and crackling light fingers.

The tears flooded through in a deluge as Anya curled her legs up onto the bench in a semi-fetal position. Her pulse raced and heart pounded in her chest, breathing short and sharp in a hyperventilating fashion. And through each thunderous clap and spark of light, the poor girl screamed, covering up her head with her arms, hugging her cape as a shield around her. Utterly alone, all the traumas as 007 rushed back to hold her hostage again. The booms… thundering in her ears, a flash of white until the darkness consumed her again…

The only other students left on campus were dormers all rushing for safety too. Damian Desmond and the two amigos were part of this pack as they quickly moved between the classroom building to the dorms.

That’s when something catches Damian’s attention. He stops to listen, and there it is again. Was that a scream?

“You guys go, I’ll meet you back at the dorms,” Damian tells his buddies before rushing off and not giving them any explanation.

He followed the sound towards the front of the school, where he saw a human form curled up under the bus stop. Realizing something was terribly wrong, Damian ran over.

“Hey, are you okay?” Damian asked as he touched the person’s shoulder.

When the person only responded with deeper sobbing, he pulled back the cape off their head and saw pink.

“Anya?! You idiot! What are you still doing out here?!”

But above them, the sky continued its otherworldly cacophony of bass and treble, mixed with wind and percussion, leaving Anya too petrified to move. All she could do was cry out and whimper every time something hit. It was so bad; Damian wasn’t even sure she could hear him.

“Anya?!”

That’s when he heard something that made even him weary. It was a different kind of rumble, a smoothly consistent drum roll growing louder by the second. “Shit!”

“Ugh! Forger, I swear you’ll be the death of me!” Damian snapped, though his words were completely contrary to his actions. He quickly knelt and picked Anya up. He then bundled her tightly to his chest for balance and took off running from the wall of water heading their way!

‘Damn it, where do I take her?!’ Damian fretted. The school building was probably locked by now, and the next closest were the dorms. But that was just another dilemma! Boys weren’t allowed in the girl’s side, and vice versa. He could get into a lot of trouble for taking her to his dorm, and that’s if they don’t get caught for sneaking in!

WHOOSH!

They only made it a few feet before the wall of water hit. Now Damian really needed to get to safety! ‘Screw it,’ he’ll just have to take his chances because they’re getting soaked every minute they’re outside.

Damian made it under the eaves of the dorm building, gaining some reprieve from the swirling winds. Now that he had a moment to think clearly, he realized Anya WAS CLINGING TO HIM. Her fingers were tightly gripped to his uniform and face buried into his shoulder.

“Hey, hey!” Damian hissed at Anya to let go, but she only snuggled closer.

His face heated up. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Too close! But he also noticed Anya was still trembling pretty badly. He couldn’t be sure if it was from the cold or the seeming panic attack she was experiencing. Nevertheless, he just needed to get to safety, and then he’ll figure out where to go from there.

Peeking into the front doors glass, Damian doesn’t see anyone, so he slipped in as quietly as possible. The students were most likely in their rooms, so he just needed to avoid any adults. At least the thunder provided some cover noise.

‘Whew!’ Damian let out a deep breath after making it to his dorm room. No tonitrus bolt tonight.

“Could you get off me now?!” He hissed.

But again, Anya was still not answering him.

“Oi!”

Silence.

He looked closer and, “seriously?!” Anya was completely passed out. Had she cried herself to sleep?! Damian sank to the floor and leaned against the side of his bed. He was tired. He was wet. And now he had a sleeping girl on his lap! A sleeping girl that he… His face started heating up again, and now his rapid heartbeat had nothing to do with running. After slipping her soaked cape off and unhooking her messenger bag, he brushed her hair away from her face. ‘She’s cute when she’s asleep…’ Damian shook the thought away, then pulled an extra blanket out from under the bed and draped it over to help dry them. ‘I’ll just let her sleep a bit then wake her up.’ Or so he thought…

Four hours later, Anya slowly begun to stir from the warm dampness surrounding her. She opened her eyes to see Damian’s face next to hers. ‘Oh, my—’ her body went stiff, breathing hitched, and heat flared into her cheeks. She was snuggled up in Damian Desmond’s lap! And since he’d fallen asleep too, his head had come to rest against hers. Anya’s head tilted as she gazed at him, ‘… he was kinda cute when he’s asleep…’

She then started looking around to realize… WAS THIS HIS DORM?! How’d she end up here?! And that’s when she started remembering the storm and how she’d started to have a panic attack. It was fuzzy, but she did remember being carried before fully passing out. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Damian saving her…

‘Oh, no!’ No time to dream, she needed to get home! ‘They must be so worried!’

If Damian woke up now, things would get quite awkward. Anya didn’t want to risk that, so she very carefully peeled herself from his arms… his arms! She blushed even deeper to know he’d held her like a gi— nope not going there! When he still didn’t move, she re-covered him with the blanket, grabbed her bag, and slipped out of the room. She’d thank him later.

The next day at school, Anya arrived like normal with no plans to bring up the night before unless he did. Not even her parents new the truth, for as far as they knew, she weathered the storm at Becky’s. She went about her day like normal and the few times she’d run into Damian in classes, they both acted like nothing happened. It would be a lie if she didn’t admit there was… hope… but guess it really was just a fluke. And since this was nothing new in their interactions, easy enough to file away in her brain.

Anya waved goodbye to Becky and sat down on the bus bench. The bus should be there soon, and yay to blue skies!

“Oi!”

“Yeah?” Anya turned to see Damian standing beside her.

Unable to make eye contact, and a blush bloomed on his cheeks, Damian held something out to her. “You forgot this.”

“My cape!” Anya’s eyes sparkled as she grabbed it from him. “I was wondering what happened to it.”

‘Didn’t know what happened?’ Damian flinched internally. “Do you… do you really not remember anything then?” He asked with hesitation in his tone. Well, she had just snuck out without waking him, so perhaps it meant nothing. Though he’d hoped it would lead somewhere…

“Oh,” now it was Anya’s turn to blush. “No, I remember the storm and then waking up in your room,” her voice softened at the end. “I’d been so scared of the storm, I guess I passed out.”

Damian scratched at the back of his neck, “yeah y-you we’re pretty freaked out, so—”

Her telepathy bells were ringing, though she didn’t need that to tell her Damian was super nervous— It made her heart leap. But at that moment, the bus arrived interrupting the pair. Anya stood up with her things. “Oh, I’m sorry I have to go, but—” she placed a quick kiss on Damian’s cheek. “Thank you for saving me last night!” She smiled. “We can talk more tomorrow if you’d like. Goodbye, Damian!”

As he watched Anya get on the bus, Damian’s eyes had grown as wide as saucers and mind gone to mush. His hand reached up to touch the fading heat from her lips. ‘She kissed me?!’ A grin took over his face. ‘Guess death by Anya wouldn’t be so bad after all…’

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