Bedtime Scenario drabbles

Loid had you explain in detail what happened that day, so you told him the truth- it was best not to keep things from each other. You knew he wound out somehow, most likely from spying on you at school.

while he was glad you weren't punished, instead of managing to play it off so well you ended up being rewarded. He could let it pass this one time. Only under the agreement that you apologise to the boy- whilst you didn't want to, it was best for your relationship with him not to be ruined by one bad interaction. It could cost you the mission

Yor however was ecstatic-left out of the advanced story for her own sake as well as yours. A small part of you- so small that it was nonexistent, wanted Loid to be proud of you. To tell you a good job. But he wasn't happy about how you went about it. The handler had said to take matters into your own hands if you must- do what you think seems right. And so you did. The last thing you wanted is Loid to think you were some weak blind child. Because that made you a liability 

it had its pros and cons, but like said, only a little part of you cared. You didn't need his approval nor his praise- it might be nice, but you could live without it. You heard enough from teachers to keep your head up for a lifetime. Yet a part of you still felt... bad 

The next day of school Loid watched you like a Hawk. It was unnerving and you couldn't concentrate. To others, no one was there, which made you look more paranoid than a blind girl would usually be. Making you lose focus, bumping into people and tripping over. It made your innocent yet kind character more believable. But you hated it.

It was lunchtime, and all day you hadn't been given such a golden chance like this one. Becky had been 'called to the office' and left you- although she felt terrible, she didn't want to be punished for it. You didn't blame her, instead assuring her you would be fine. 

quickly you ate the omelette which had too much sauce for your liking- Loid's fault for writing on it although you can't see. He felt a little bad about that one he'll admit.

With your white cane in hand, you managed to manoeuvre around the large tables, catching some students' short-lived attention as you made your way over to the glowing body revised into your mind since yesterday. 

The tip of the white cane met the wooden leg of the table, your hand reached out and felt the bench Infront. It was rather hard too when you could feel his gaze rather than the bench

"tch, what do you want batty?" Yup, it was him for sure. The same nickname, blind as a bat how creative...

"I-" you took a deep breath and looked directly at him "I wanted to apologise. For real, about yesterday. So, Damion, you have my sincerest apology" you bow in front of the table, careful not to hit your head

"W-what! Hell no, I won't accept that rubbish!" His face burned bright red as he began to sling insults at you. For some reason they didn't hurt- quite the opposite, they amused you. And you were yet to know why his strange behaviour made your face feel feverishly warm. They weren't any symptoms of a cold, not that you knew about- or rather the internet.

"I hope we can be friends one day" you stand up straight and smile at him, a small laugh falling past your lips. Damian's heart goes from beating in his rib cage to skipping a beat within a blink. 

cute 

Now you had said your apologies you had no reason to still be around the cafeteria. You had a feeling the waiter watching at the door wanted to talk to do "bye Damion... and friends" you try not to grumble the last but as you parted away from them

That day had changed everything, for you and for the boy himself. And were soon both to know why 

---

The weeks began to pass. Academically you were at the top of your class, already rewarded with the most stars in the class. Although four weren't many, it was something the handler had expressed to be an amazing outcome 

Things at home began to change too. Not only did you meet your so-called uncle- Yuri had some problems that drinking did not solve. But Yor and Loid seemed ... different too. He wasn't as strict, not that he was nasty about it but no so he's more lenient. Yor seemed happier and less stressed about playing the role of the perfect wife. 

it was over dinner that you thought the lastest revelation in your class should come up without the context for Yor's sake, "I was talking to my classmates. It seems they all have some kind of pet. Even Damion has a dog" you continue etching calmly as Loid thinks about what you had said and how you said it 

'it's strange I'm blind yet have no support dog. It is suspicious to classmates. We need to one immediately'

"Actually, I was thinking. Since you are old enough. Perhaps we could get you a guide dog" he looked to Yor and her eyes lit up "it would give her more freedom too, being able to go out on your own to the shops. I think it's a great idea... You?"

"of course! I love pets", and so it was sorted. You were to get a dog, preferably trained in defence and guidance. But the ones Wise had picked out, didn't seem right. There was no connection, no trust, no ... 

"Bond! I'm calling you bond!" You ruffled the big white dog's fur coat and it panted, tackling your small body and sniffing you- learning your scent. Loid wasn't too happy about your choice but didn't voice his complaint. It was bigger than you, somewhat scary and it seemed to really like and already trust you.

Bond- named after James Bond, was easy to train. There was no uncertainty when you held onto the bar attached to his waisted collar. He took the utmost care for you too. And you felt safe, even softer than you could already be living 

it seemed your growing family was stanger. No that's the right word. There was no word for it. A spy for a father. An assassin for a mother. A blind child with a quirk. And a dog with some strange senses. One big... weird

....family 

and it felt that way too. Like you were a family. Especially with the increasing closeness of Loid and Yor. More family trips, cruises, work visits, bomb diffusing moments. Everyone had one another's back. And to you, that's what made a family. Not blood, DNA, Genetics or even a piece of paper. 

it was the trust and security you had in one another. Even without knowing everything, there was to know. and suddenly. That made this mission hard. Sure it was difficult already. But this complicated everything. You already lost a family. Could you lose this one too

no. Don't think about it. It's your job. You keeping people safe. Saving lives and doing this for the good of the east and west. Being a hero. It is what Denki would want for you 

///

Some weeks began to pass and things change, for better and for worse "pfft who gave the blind girl all those stars", some older boys were teasing as you walked down the corridor from your extracurricular hours- spent in the engineering room where you were working on your latest project. You brushed them off, ignoring their words- you were more than used to it

After making it to the cafeteria you didn't see Becky already waiting for you. The table was packed, meaning there was less pace. And no one was willing to give it up for the blind girl. These people think they are above charity work 

sighing you try to walk further into the cafeteria, hoping to find a desolated table. With the tray balanced in one hand and your other holding the cane that guided you. After a couple of steps away from the line where you retrieved your food, the path was quickly blocked. Without trying to activate your quirk to manoeuvre around, no matter where you tried, left-right, or even back. You were faced with a taller body 

"Is this some kind of charity case?" A round of obnoxious laughter passed from all around, you were circled. One of the boys took your tray, slapping it from your hand. As you tried to catch it another snatched away your cane, chucking it to the side- you heard it rattle as it rolled a few feet away 

before you could speak up a bigger hand harshly pushed you forward, making you trip over your feet and land forward on the floor. The group laughed and you felt something bruise. Loid watched from across the room, fist twitching and feet burning as he stood in place watching. 

until you looked at him. Directly at him- it felt like you saw right through him. You shook your head, telling him to stay there, not to blow his cover. It will be fine. You will be fine. You told yourself over and over again. But you really felt weak. Worthless. 

one of them grabbed your face, pulling away from your glasses and throwing them onto the floor. That was soon followed by a crunch as another stepped on them. Keeping your eyes tightly shut you tried to cover them with your hands to stop the burning sensation "oh look, she's - she's bleeding. Shit! Let's go"

"HEY!" a separate voice called from a metre or two away, small feet stomping their way over. Your hands were becoming sticky- covered in the blood that began to pool at your eyes. The footsteps stopped and the body crouched beside you. Something soft was pressed into your hand, causing them to lift and hold the marital over your eyes, blocking the light and catching the blood 

"do you have any spare?", you knew that voice 

"in my bag" you pointed aimlessly to where you thought it had ended up. All you knew was something was being dragged to your side "inside, front pocket " you mumble, hearing the back open and be rummaged through

"u-uh. Here" a small hand took yours and placed the cool frame into it. Lifting the blood-soaked material he could see where you missed or where the blood had dried to your face. It didn't get past him that even when you had your tinted glasses on, you didn't open your eyes 

"Can you pass me my cane?" A silent reply was followed by the same warm hand placing the cane into your own.

"thanks", you picked up your bag, slipping it on your shoulder and turning to the exit, not bothering with your ruined meal anymore

"wait!" The voice called and you turned "the nurse... I should probably take you" you nodded and held up your hand. He looked at it confused for a second "so you can guide me" you explained. His face fell into a soft hue of pink as he gulped, placing your hand on his shoulder as he had seen previously 

you made it to the hallway in silence before speaking up, "can we go to the engineering room. I have something there I need" the boy nodded and changed the course in his head, luckily it was in the same direction 

Then you unlocked the door with a student pass "can I have a few more minutes of your time." He hummed and followed you in, shutting the door behind him.

he watched as you used your hands to hold onto the table and guide you around the room like you could see as you touched the objects carefully placed around it. Eventually, you found the medical kit and opened it. Inside you pulled out some wipes and eye drops 

you blinked a couple of times and put your glasses back on, "now I can see you Damion" you smiled restfully and the boy froze 

"W-what! No, you can't!" He backed up, pointing an accusing finger. Laughing to your self you walked around the room and over to your desk where you had laid out your masterpiece, "I'm actually only partially blind" you explained, it had been so many times- yet everyone always seems to forget. With your focus elsewhere you didn't need to be looking at him as you worked on the project, to see that he was heavily blushing now. Smiling slightly you continued adding the last touches to the creation

he stepped forward in curiosity, trying to look over your shoulder at the technology that he couldn't wrap his head around "the glasses help the natural light from burning my retina" you continued your explanation 

"so because I like to invent. I thought, why not make something useful for myself first" something clicked into place and you looked at the computer, typing furiously and pressing enter. He watched at the loading bar met completely and you smiled in satisfaction

closing your eyes and taking your glasses off you slid on the new and improved pair made by yourself. Tapping twice on the side the almost hologram-like lenses appeared. You turned your body to look at him, and now he could see it

your eyes. And how they were golden.

"now I can see your blush.."

---

It was only after that brief moment alone with him in the engineering room that he decided to begin to follow you around. Although he claimed he wasn't and that you were going in the same direction as him- you smiled it off and thanked him. Knowing he was just trying to keep an eye out for you. 

As time passed- too quickly, the hushed whispers that used to surround you would now disappear, and the boys that mocked and teased didn't come near. It took only a glance from the boy a few feet behind you and they would scurry away 

Loid noticed how close you had managed to get to Damion- telling you to use this to your advantage. No matter how much you started to feel like you didn't want to, you knew you had to.

It was 8 months into the operation- 6 months from the first day, that Damion had invited his goons as well as yourself and a plus one- Becky. Over to his residence. It was fantastic. The size of his house was bigger than you had ever seen- or feel. It was so wide and room, there was always something to do. A massive garden for growing fruit and vegetables, and a kitchen for baking. The boy even had a games room collecting dusk 

but you didn't get to enjoy it. 

As you sat on the sofa, Damion to your left and Becky to your right. Your mind was elsewhere. Connecting to the power in the house, accessing all the electronically devises. Decoding passwords. It was too easy, which made that sick feeling in your gut worsen. In less than a day these people will no longer be your friends. You were basically ruining if not one but all of their lives 

... download complete 

your breath hitched, seeing the words on the screen on the glasses. Illuminating your eyes. Luckily the light wasn't natural, and because of your quirk connecting you to technology, the hologram on the tinted lenses-keeping the light out. Was clear as day.

Your chest began to tighten, making it harder for you to breathe. It had been months, leading up to this. And you know you should be happy. It meant you were done, you could go home, back to normal life... with Denki. This is what you wanted. Right?

Damion side-eyes you, watching as you placed a hand on your chest, your breaths were hitched. Signs of an oncoming panic attack. He stalled for a second, not knowing what to do. So he did the only thing he could without making a scene. Slowly his hand moved across the rich material of the sofa, landing on yours. Squeezing it tight, pulling you back from your mind

he felt you squeeze back and his heart stopped. You realise a heavy breath and lean back, eyes fluttering slightly. Unable to control the weight of your head from the sudden drowsiness it falls to the left. Sitting perfectly on his shoulder. He doesn't move, he doesn't breathe. He just watches as you inhale a deep breath- he smelt like fancy oils and mint. And feel yourself relax 

the moment lasted for a quick second before the household phone began to scream. A maid ran towards it and listened to the caller before thanking them and putting the phone down. She approached where the five of you were sitting 

"Master Damion. Miss Forger's father called... it's an emergency. Everything is alright, he will be here momentarily to collect you" she bowed and walked away. involuntarily your hand squeezed him and you sat up. Was this it. Months of friendship, hard work and trust-building. Ending just like that. 

can you even say goodbye?

you untangle your hand from the boys and slip off the sofa to stand. Damion felt all warmth in his body leave with you as you looked at the doorway "I think my grandmother is falling ill. So I may have to leave school to be with her along with my parents. I'm not sure if I'll return" you lied through your teeth feeling the back of your throat become dry. Even partially unable to see them you could bring yourself to look up at them

Becky moved first. Wrapping her arms around you and trying not to cry on your shoulder. The irrelevant -Ewan and Emile, looked to Damion. Who couldn't find his own voice, not that he would have known what to say. Should he have listened to his mind or his heart? He didn't know so he didn't choose. Instead, he stood up and waited for Becky to let go of you and say her goodbyes before he could lead you to the door 

when alone you looked at the floor silently. Feeling his eyes look at you up and down "you're lying" he stated, making you jump. You still weren't the best actor even at the age of now 8 years old 

"it's complicated... you wouldn't understand" no, he couldn't. He shouldn't. He doesn't deserve to know, it could damage him beyond repair. Taint his image of new friends. Stop him from growing even more as a person. A lot has changed since the first day or when he first lays eyes on you. Months had passed and he changed for the better, because of you. 

"Then explain it to me" he crossed his arms stepping forward "I want to know why your leaving m- us... Eden Acadamy" he was getting closer and all you could do was look at him 

"I can't! I can't tell you, Damion. Because you'll hate me! I couldn't live with myself if- if you knew" your head sunk, and you felt defeated. What if your actions and choices ruined this boy's life? What if-.you couldn't even finish the thought when a hand bigger than yours rested on your head gently, making you look up to the owner. His face was turned away, once again red, a colour you had come accustomed to seeing on his young features 

"When you come back... I want you to tell me. Because no matter how hard-" he sighs "no matter how hard I try I can't hate you"

Stepping away his hand falls down to his side, "And what if I don't come back?"

"then I .. I'll take back what I just said, and find a way to hate you till the day I die" a knock at the door sends him away, walking back into the room with your- his friends. Leaving the maid to open the door to Loid, a sad look on his face.

Things hadn't just become complicated for you

///

"thanks to the information you found, the handler was able to dispatch spies to shut down the operation. Desmond will be taken down by tonight" Loid explained in the car ride as you looked out the window, responding with a hum

"Twilight?" He has a double-take from the road to you. He hasn't heard you ever call him by that- only use dad and Loid. It made a part of his chest ache, "yes?"

"how- how did you not get attached..." he takes a deep breath, heart pounding in his chest "we had a mission. And I don't get attached- to anyone for that matter", hearing it hurt a little. But you suppose it was a safe thing to do 

"so you don't love her- Yor I mean?" Still looking out the window, your voice was soft- sad almost.

He's not given the time to answer, it was a rhetorical question anyway "I've seen the way you look at her. Your heart rate increases, your palms sweat, your pupils dilate. At the beginning you weren't affected, I've only noticed it recently" hearing it come from you makes him worry. He had just been telling himself it was nothing. But you practically analysed him. Loid was supposed to be the psychiatrist, not you 

"you love her don't you?" You add, looking away from the view and over to him. He swallows and barely nods

"a-and what about me? Was I just a part of the mission too?" Twilight clenched the wheel so hard that his knuckles began to turn white. This was totally irresponsible. He can't tell you. You can't know how much of himself he sees in you. How much he wants to protect you- and not for the mission. He can't express with words that he's no longer acting 

You sigh and look back out the window "it's fine. I understand... but I think- I think that if I ever met my dad, the real one. I would have wanted him to be just like you.."

"y/n- I don't know what to expect when we get to the base. But I can't say I have any regrets about the partner I was given. Maybe, in another life" he takes a steady breath

 "I would have been more than happy for you to be my real daughter"

end of part 2