Bedtime Scenario drabbles

It didn't feel real 

for the past 8 months that was 

the 8 whole months you played into the role of a devoted, blind, daughter, with high grades- attending the best school in the district: not to mention the achievements. On paper- you had beaten all expectations

except for the handler- The woman who saw through you like you were made of glass. It was as if she could read your mind, body and soul from day one. She knew what you were capable of- and she never doubted what you were capable of. All you did was prove her right 

it was because of her hypothesis and your hard work that she had major control over this operation- or any operation considering the west in fact. In other words. She had the power- the right, and the heart to ask for what YOU wanted 

for the first time since the appearance of your quirk. You were being given a voice, an option, a choice. The handler wasn't heartless- she was as strong as stone and almost as stubborn. But she knew when to play favourites. And you were here favourite 

You sat in a room, on a comfortable chair, infront of a large oak table. Opposite she sat, with her legs crossed and hands holding one another as she rested her arms on the wood, "y/n?" She started 

"How have you found these last couple of months- personally- off the record" her eyes assured you, dropping the resting bitch face of a facade she wore around everyone else. Her face held warmth.

"well-" should you be honest. What would happen? Are you going to be sent home? Will you see Denki? Does your mother even want you back!

"I liked it... a lot. Twilight- he was a good dad, he chose a good wife, Yor is a great woman, strong and devoted to a family that's not even real" you were upset because Yor has treated you better than your own mother had used to once you got your quirk. Sure she didn't know about it. But even so, knowing or thinking you were blind she didn't treat you like a damageable object. She would have protected you either way, like a lioness and her cub- even if you weren't biologically hers.

 " And personally, I believe that we were so successful with the front for the family. Because we were one, that's what it felt like to me anyway" you look to your hands, playing with your fingers as you expressed your opinion. Thinking over the conversation in the car "and the students- no, my friends. I- I haven't had friends in some time. And to be honest with you, it hurt to say goodbye. I think I got close to them because I wanted them to be my friends. Not for the mission, not for the success. I just wanted them" you sigh, never have you spoken of your feelings this much in one day. It's exhausting. 

"I see" she leans back and looks over you. Taking in the information like she didn't already know this. You were still a child, with the need to have loving parents- your's had given you up, you lost your brother, you were thrown into one made of convenience. Children have the need to be young, be youthful, and experience schooling, playing with friends and having a childhood. She never had one, nor did Twilight or the majority of the agents in the west. That's because they couldn't afford it. They had to grow up to fast. They had to learn how to fight. To win. To build a better future where children COULD be children- even at the expense of their own childhood. It's hypocritical forcing you through the same fate, no matter your intelligence or abilities. You are still a child 

"well that's a good thing" she smiles at you, reaching for some papers and shuffling through them, smiling to herself because she knew something you didn't - just yet.

"it's been discussed- considering the information you had us sent, and the success of obtaining the correct one responsible" you looked up, waiting for her to get to the point, you couldn't read minds.

"We aren't able to completely arrest him, as it was thought to be more beneficial to keep close tabs on him for the future so we can observe relations with the east, and hopefully bring this war to an end" your heart began to pound in your chest, the feeling of guilt washing away. You weren't taking Damian's dad away from him, you hadn't betrayed him and ruined his life 

"and who better to continue to do that... if not you? It would be a waste of all your efforts to have someone else start from the beginning and do it" she covered the excuse using logic, but it was far from it.

"So does that mean?!" You finally voiced, sitting up straight. The door behind you opened and footsteps followed. You turned, wearing your new techy glasses. 

"Hello y/n" Loid crouched down to your heigh by the side of you, a small smile on his face "I was hoping to ask..." he looked sideways to the handler, she smiled and nodded in response "if you wanted to come home?"

your bottom lip trembles, but you cant' help but smile. Loid offers you his hand for your to take, but you quickly push it away and wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face into the crook as you let slightly bloody tears run down your face "please... let's go home", he exhaled softly with a smile, resting his hand on your back as his arm scoops under your legs, pulling you into his chest as he stands 

Yes, you felt bad. And there was a small voice in your head asking  'what about Denki?'  How could it not. He was the motivation that kept pushing you forward, to get this done quickly so you could go home. But it wasn't your fault that your home was with Yor and Loid. That it wasn't a quiet house, with a drunk lonely mother, and a brother who was drowning in his own guilt each and every time he laid his eyes on you. 

'But he's alone ' 

not any more alone than he was when you were moved up a grade. Not any more alone when he was able to make friends- and you were not. He didn't have to keep bringing you along to join him because he thought you were lonely. 

'What if he forgets about you?'

it's better that he did. That he had no memories of you to drag him back into the past - from what he was told, you are in a place with a loving family (which you are). In a school where you can excel (correct again). With people like you- the only piece that wasn't as spot on. But it didn't make any difference. Denki thought that you were in a place where you could thrive. That's all that matters. Because it won't hold him back, it won't stop him from achieving his dreams of being a Hero.

he just felt a piece of him missing is all- but so did you. Only you knew if you went back it wouldn't make things better, they would be different, and not a good time.

'he's going to be okay'  was the only thought that stood out amongst the other, giving you yet another positive of staying and letting the second new life start- with the same father, a mother and friend (maybe more)

---

Yor had no idea what had happened while you and Loid had been gone- she had been fed the same built story. Your grandmother, from your deceased mother's side, had fallen ill and you had gone to take care of her. You had only been gone for a week, if not less.

after being congratulated and re-assed, some papers had been brought in. These extended your place with Loid. For the rest of your life- there had been official adoption certificates that only the two of you would know about outside the Agency, besides Uncle Franky who had been the even to get them for the two of you 

Things returned to normal upon returning to 'home' as Loid had called it. Yor welcomed you with a warm hug and a small kiss on the side of your head. She held you on her hip as she welcomed Loid too- although their interaction had been, much different to what it used to be. Loid dropped the cases, and brought her and yourself into a heavy embrace, planting a small kiss on her lips, quickly causing her to turn red. You took your cue and slip out of her grasp, leaving the two to talk alone whilst you were joined by Bond 

The large dog had jumped on you, gently pushing you down for him to lie on your and allow you to ruffle his fur. When he got up, he dashed around the apartment before returning back to you with his guide Dog leash- his way of asking to go on a walk. Loid quickly noticed, and helped him get in on, telling him to be careful while you were out. And so you left the two adults to speak, hoping that they came to their senses to actually express their feelings 

Bond led you down the path, looking both ways before crossing rodes and being sure no one had gotten in your way or made any trouble. Without you even asking him, he had led you to the gate of Eden Academy. His way of signing out to your next plan of action

joining your friends 

///

10 years later  

Things had changed- a lot. It started at home, with Loid and Yor. After the first year of you all being together had passed, Loid decided to ask out Yor- for real. And it didn't take long for them to hit it off, after a month , Loid proposed, and they were later married 'again'. This time they were able to hold an actual ceremony. Your uncle Yuri hadn't been able to attend the first one, no one did, because it never happened. So it made things a lot easier for him to accept it. Yor was able to invite her friends from work (at the office) and Loid invited the Handler- who was under the disguise as his boss. Franky had to beg on his knees to be allowed to be his best man, Loid could only agree because he was actually his only real friend. You were Yor's maid of honour, whilst Bond was dressed in a bow tie and allowed to be the ring bearer. Yuri had handed over Yor to Loid- with much resistance and a lot of snotty tears, but he eventually gave in. The wedding was beautiful- and you were even allowed to invite your own friends. At the reception you sat at the only children's table, with Becky dressed in a white dress (hoping to upstage Yor for Loid's attention), Damion begrudgingly came in a tailored suit (which happened to match the colour of your cherry red dress), and his goons even came- you mean Emile and Ewen.

Once you fully returned to school, questions about your small disappearance settled within a week or two. Your friends- besides Damion, congratulated the recovery of your 'ill' grandmother, and it was all left alone. Things continued the same 

The second change was when you turned 11 when your body began to develop like any pre-pubescent tween. Your chest began to grow to force you to buy a new uniform, and your growth spurt kicked in. Besides the few pimples that seemed to appear, the worst part was when your period eventually came at the age of 13. It didn't freak you out, it did for Yor who has been the one to explain it to you, unknowing of your immediate access to the internet. 

luckily you hadn't been the only ones affected. At 13 you noticed Damion's height now exceeding yours. His voice began to drop, and his face would redden easier. Sometimes you brushed it off, but it was difficult to when he was always by your side. Which increased when the two of you became the youngest scholar students. Due to the upgrade of your title, and school wardrobe, you had also been ushered into the dorms. Which at first Loid had been a little overbearing about, as he became more and more paranoid since he noticed how the boys in your year began to pay more attention to you.

although you never saw it yourself, the attention that is. As you stood beside Becky for the more passing years you began to believe they were flocking you in order to get closer to her. She was beautiful and much more refined than you could ever be. Who would want the blind girl?

the only downside about the changes had been that your eyesight had worsened to the point where you stopped correcting people. Because you were practically blind, no longer partially. The majority of the day you would spend in darkness. Thankfully you managed to upgrade your glasses, adding a camera that could convert the image into your short-term memory- meaning you could see things in your mind as if you were opening your eyes. It wasn't the same, but it was the next best. It still meant you didn't see the boys coming towards you- because a simple side glance from Damion sent them running- a thing you didn't take notice of. Was how close the two of you had gotten

aged 9

"So?", it was a random day, almost three years after your return. Everyone had dropped the worry. But not Damion. He had waited so long, for you to tell him, he never pressed or asked. Until now. While your friends were busy getting seats at the lunch hall, the two of you were left on classroom duty. You had been cleaning the bottom of the chalkboard while he was getting the higher places 

"so what? Context please" All you received was a heavy huff, and the continuation of him wiping down the board heavier with a small pout "you never explained," he said under his breath. You stopped, placed down the wiper and looked at him 

"I-... I can't tell you. You're just going to have to hate me" you left it there, picking up your back and walking out of the room. The conversation was to be left alone 

aged 13

"do you still hate me?" You asked him out of the blue, halfway through your homework as you sat in the courtyard together. Becky had already gone home and the goons were in detention for some reason, leaving the two of you alone 

"I told you- I can't" he didn't look up, only continuing to write as if he was unbothered. His longer hair covered his eyes that squinted at the sheet as if he meant to set it light with a look 

"even if... I told you something you would hate?" You looked at him, sadly, and he could feel it. After a short silence, he starts to pack away his things without a word. You say there frozen- thinking he was going to walk away. Until he started to pack yours too, and stood up, holding onto your bag with his and walked away. Forcing you to follow him 

he led you to the engineering room- a place where you were most comfortable. There had been a table covered in items you had finished making, and another where your computer was, surrounded by random parts and tools. He placed down your bag and took your arm, pulling you toward the table. His hands hesitated around your waist but decided to follow through by taking it and lifting you onto the table 

"are you going to tell me," he asks quietly, placing his hands on either side elf you and glaring at the floor with his head down "tell me why you left that day, tell me why your family is so- weird, tell me why your so smart, tell me why even though your blind you can see" he was breathing quickly as he tried to get out each question he had wanted to ask since the day he met you and every day since

your hand fell onto his head, falling down his face gently cupping it and pulling it to look at you. You wipe the stray tears that fell from his eyes. He looked at you, observing your face. It was strained, confused, and conflicted. You had the answers but weren't telling him. He didn't know why- you were friends! You had known eachother for years! Could he not be trusted?

you sigh defeated. Resting your head on his shoulder as you took a deep calming breath. He watched you stiffen, noticing your hair that fell over his shoulder. You had been dying it blonde- all these years to match Loid. But recently having been busier, you haven't been able to keep up with your roots. Leaving them pure white.

Damion slowly lifted his hand, and brushed it through your hair, lifting your head gently as he did, so he could look at it more closely. Another question that wouldn't be answered 

"Can I trust you?" You had asked him, pulling his attention to your face. He could only nod as he didn't trust his voice anymore.

"and you promise- promise you won't hate me", there was the same uncertainty. Only this time your voice waved, cracking as you tried not to cry. You couldn't keep this up, not if you wanted to keep him. 

he nods again, and you raise your hand to your glasses. Slipping them off, keeping your eyes closed. You breathe out shakily, and in once more, concentrating, using all that you had been teaching yourself for the past years. Control. 

A small gasp leaves Damion's lips as you open your eyes. The cloudy white he had come to accept was no longer there, instead the gold ring circling your iris. He looked into your eyes as if he'd never seen anything as extraordinary. Of course, he hadn't. It was like a miracle. Before he could speak up, the computer switches on, catching his attention. The mouse moves about, pressing onto the search tool and typing without the keys moving. 

you kept your eyes on him as you controlled the computer. As the search loaded the table behind him shook. Gadgets and small robots coming to life and moving. He jumps back, falling into your lap. And you hold him in reassurance

"they- you- it" his finger points, between the three

"I'm- I'm not like you, or who you thought I was" you look down, shutting everything off and putting on the glasses. Damion can only wait for an explanation 

"I was sent here on a mission- because I can do things others can't. Loid, Yor, they weren't my parents either. It was a cover, so I could get into the school, so I-" your breath hitches as you look up at him, he seems to catch on and moves away 

"so I could get close to you- to get to your dad. H-he was doing bad things and helping the wrong people, and I was sent in to stop him before people got hurt"

"The day you left" he cuts you off, his fist clenched at his side "some people showed up at our house and left with my dad- I'd never seen them before" 

"that day, I had completed my mission. They came to take him away, and to fix things with the east before war broke out" your head fell "i-I didn't know if I was going to come back, and- and I hated for how it ended. And I couldn't tell you- because you'd think that it was all fake. But it wasn't! Nothing about it was- I hoped you would forget!" You pushed yourself off the table and took your bag 

"I wanted you to forget so I didn't have to tell you. So you didn't think that I was your friend because of the mission- and that even now it's over, so you wouldn't hate me like I deserve to be hated. Because of the lies. Because of what I am. Because of what I'm capable of" 

you walked over to the door, grasping at its handle ready to open and run. When you opened it, it slammed back shut with force. Damion stood towering over you, breathing heavily "so?"

"so you think I'd hate you because of it? We were Kids- you were just a Kid! I- I always knew something was up with you- " He pushes away, running a hand through his hair as you lay flat against the door watching him unravel 

"Even now! I can't hate you! Because every time I look at you my skin is on fire! Is that your power?" You shake your head quickly, quite scared of his reaction "I- I don't even know what to say" his hand drops to his side and he storms back over until he's towering over you once again, his eyes baring down at you.

without any more words, he leans in, placing his lips on yours quickly. Your eyes widen for a fraction, and his hand comes to your face cupping it as he leans in furthering the kiss. He pulls back taking a deep breath and your eyes flutter behind your glasses, many emotions running to rough you like a train 

"I don't care- okay. I want to hate you, I really do. But that's a lie because I can't." His head falls on your shoulder, and his body leans into yours for support as his arms wrap around your waist "tell me everything- from the beginning" he asks into your neck where he hid.

his arms tighten around your body "just don't lie to me- ever again. Please"

present - aged 16

"oi- you can't sleep here batty" His deep voice scolds as his hand rests on your head, brushing away the hair that has fallen onto your face while you tried not to fall asleep "ehh why Damion-sama" you mumbled under your breath tiredly, slipping off the short-legged table and into his lap. He smiles down at you, continuing to brush his fingers through your long hair 

"This is my room- that's why. If the warden finds you here after curfew we'd both be in trouble" you yawn in response, flipping over and snuggling further into his stomach, "besides- you have your own room, and you're supposed to be going home and spending the holiday with your family. Remember?"

Quickly you shot up, adrenaline running through you as you hurriedly packed away, mumbling and cursing yourself "hey! Hey, calm down" Damion reaches out and takes your hand and attention "what's got you like this huh?"

Since that day, things changed between you and Damion- it was only in private. You took it slow and steady. Not pushing his boundaries after telling him your whole life story, you half expected him to run away and never speak to you again. For once you were wrong and happy to admit it.

"My dad! That's what" you groan "if I'm late he'll know something up, and he'll make a big deal about it" Damion just laughs, okay, maybe you didn't exactly tell him everything- because Loid's life was not yours to tell, "that's it! What's the big deal huh?" His hands grab you playfully and pull you into his chest, he falls back holding your hips as you straddle him 

"If he finds out about this- about us. We're dead, d-e-a-d, get it, Damion? He will kill us!" He just laughs again, looking up at your worried and angry expression. But you can't help but break, his laughter makes you soft. You are the only one to get to see him like this, so close, so warm, so happy. 

"I see that smile" he smirks, looking at you as you try to hide your face. He sits up, keeping you in his lap as he inches his face closer to yours. His hands pull yours away and lead them over his shoulders, leaving an opening for his lips to press against yours. You sigh, instantly calm and kissing him back. your arms wrap around his neck, and his hands rest on your waist again, pulling you closer to him and pulling a small moan from your mouth. He smirks in victory as he lifts your body to stand, wrapping your legs around his waist as he takes you to his bed 

you were going to be a little late 

//// 20 minutes later 

"I think you should tell him," Damion says calmly as if it was nothing. You were sat at the edge of his bed, doing up your buttons and clipping on the cape all scholars wore "Damion" you sigh his name and he groans "I know I know- but think about it. We won't have to keep sneaking around like this- and maybe we could" he blushed to look away from as your turn to look at him 

"Could what?" You lean in with a smile, enjoying him becoming a puddle under your gaze "we could be a real couple" he mumbles, still looking away. You stand up, slightly shocked. Damion never outwardly expressed that he wanted people to know about the relationship you had- yes you were dating, but no one knew. Not even your joint friends. Because Damion didn't want people thinking he was soft- it would ruin his image 

"you want... people to know?"

"I want them to know your mine! Okay, there I said it- happy?" You laugh genuinely, climbing back onto the end and wrapping your arms around his naked upper half "okay... I'll tell my parents. But I can't promise it will end well"

////

"so? Why are you late? You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago... were you with someone?" Loid had run to the door as soon as he heard your key enter, only so he could bombard you with questions 

"a hello would be sufficient- nice to see you too dad" you brush past him as you go to put down your bag. Yor was out grocery shopping for dinner. 

"you were with him weren't you?" He crossed his arms and sneered at the thought "look dad-"

"I knew it! You were with him! Y/n the mission is over" his voice was hushed as he finished as if the walls had ears "it finished years ago, you don't need to watch him anymore" you looked at him shocked and a little upset 

"dad..." he stops his coherent muttering to look at you "y/n- no" you nod "no! You can't actually be friend with him- or like him!" He shouts, pointing at you as if to get the point across any more than he already did "It's too late for that dad"

"Damion! Are you stupid y/n, he's the enemy-"

"was the enemy dad- he was" you cut him off, using his own words and making him angrier "that doesn't matter- I just can't allow you to get involved with him any further" he tries to calm down, and lower his voice but the look on your face tells him this conversation isn't already over 

"you got to fall in love dad- you have Yor. The mission is finished and we both decided to stay, to have a somewhat normal life. I deserve to be happy too you know" you try not to cry, but it was hard. Loid still saw you as a little girl- not a young woman. He's been married to Yor for 9 years- it was as if he never used her for the mission- he even told her and she still stayed with him. why couldn't that be the same for you when you knew Damion still loved you?

"what did you do?" He asks, knowing you all too well by now. You are his daughter, DNA or not "y/n what did you do- we can fix this okay" he tries to approach you slowly, putting his hand on your shoulder as you stare at the ground 

"I told him- everything. We've been dating- for while" you watch as his face drops, a million thoughts running through his head. His hand comes up to his face- dragging it down before running through his hair "you have to break up with him, before whatever this" he circles his finger in the air "is- it's not real. you are young and make mistakes, it's fixable as long as-" he stops, blanking. He looks to you, as if asking a question, but the words haven't just yet formed.

but you know what he wanted to ask  'have you slept with him?'

you blink, cautiously trying to think of an answer. But the silence is stretching out long enough to provide it, "no- no, you haven't right? Tell me you haven't", he says 

your lips purse and you're sure that your throat is going to explode and let the words spill out. He takes a step forward "tell me you haven't slept with him y/n", he asks more clearly 

"We've slept with eachother! Okay! Is that what you want to hear" the damn broke, and you burst out in a scream. Covering your mouth with a slap to silence yourself. Loid can only stand there watching your body shakes as you look at him. 

"That's not funny y/n" he drags his hand down his face "now really... tell, me" you don't respond, keeping your hands clenched at your side as you look at him 

"You're joking right?" He lowers his tone and you shake your head "no dad- I love him"

"No- no you don't. You're too young, how could you be so stupid!" He shouts again, throwing his hands up "he can't be trusted, and you! You just blew everything up, and let him walk all over you- he's using you!"

"I- I'm leaving," you say, walking around the table as you make your way to the door. Loid's hand stops you "where are you going we aren't done" you shrug him off, and Bond comes to your aid. Already wearing his guide dog leash. You don't respond to him, opening the door quickly and taking the holder for bond to lead you away quickly- as if he could read your mind. He runs and so do you

"y/n wait!" Loid shouts, quickly getting on his shoes and running out the door after you. But you keep going, running down the stairs and past Yor who was on her way up, "oh y/n your back! Wait? Is everything okay" you brush past her, hiding your expression and voice and you keep running 

Loid jumps down the stairs after you, but Yor stops him with a death grip "what have you done?", her tone drips with venom and Loid shivers "we- We had an argument, I need to go after her!" He tries to pull away but the grip tightened, if he were any man his arm would have shattered, but he's used to her inhumane strength 

Yor pulls him up the stairs by force, slamming the door and throwing him to the couch, "tell me what happened" 

---

Bond eventually stops running as soon as he can no longer smell Loid so close. You breathe heavily, falling to the floor of the park where he led you, the grass cushioning your fall as you curl into a ball and cry. Bond comes to your side and nudges his way under your arm and snuggles into you. You grab a hold of the big dog, which isn't so big now you are a young woman, but he's no less any cuddly. As you cry into his fur and all he can do is stand there and nudge you with his nose as some form of comfort 

"Bond?" He grunts in response, pulling away and licking your bloody tears "can you find my phone" he nods and sniff around you, pawing at your phone that fell into the grass. Turning on your quirk you access your phone, looking for the person you needed. A person who would understand 

'location sent'  to  Damion-sama 🖤~

 No less than 5 minutes later you hear heaving breathing behind you. You turn slightly, only to be tackled into the grass by a body you knew all too well. His arms wrap around you, holding you into his chest. The sound of his heartbeat breaks the damn behind your eyes, and once again start to cry. Only this time the person you held onto could hold you back

"shh, I'm here now okay. We- we can get through this" Damion whispered, slightly rocking you as you wept like a child "I'm guessing it didn't go well?" You nod and he sighs, tightening his hold, "let's go sit on a bench okay, you're tired and need to lie down" he helps you up and takes you over to a bench. With one arm wrapped around you and the other holding onto Bond lead you to walk toward the bench

Damion sits down first, guiding you down and resting your head on his lap. His hand plays with your hair, and Bond goes and sits in front of the two of you, situating himself between the gap on Damion's spread legs so you can stroke him as you calm down 

"do you want to talk about it," he asks softly, feeling you nod and take a deep breath. "I know Loid cares about me- he's just worried about what will happen. I told him you know pretty much everything" Damion doesn't respond, he lets you speak and continues to play with your hair and comfort you 

"It just doesn't make sense to me. He got to fall in love- he has Yor. He didn't lose anything, he gained something" you sniffle and hide your face into Bond by pulling him closer 

"And you did- lose something I mean" Damion finished, feeling guilty for you "y-yeah" you pull away wiping away the tears before they stained your face, "your brother right? Denki? do you want to tell me about him?" he asks, considerably and you nod. Any chance you get you will talk about him 

"I haven't seen him for 10 years now. Haven't spoken to him either- I wasn't allowed to contact him- or my mom" you explain, already feeling the weight being lifted off your chest.

"he blamed himself for it. For my quirk- for the blindness. I started to close myself off and stopped letting people look down on me and think I needed help. That's when I started reading-learning-researching. Because of my quirk, I was smarter, so I moved up a couple of grades. That got their attention" Damion didn't need to ask who they were, even if you hadn't told him a lot- for his own safety. He could get a good understanding of it.

"he thought that because he was the reason I got my quirk- he was also the reason mom let me go" a shaky breath passes from your lips talking about it. Because thinking about it is one thing- it means it's hypothetical only to yourself. But openly saying it almost means that you think it's true and when you think some things are true. More often than not- you're right. 

"I never told him" your eyes clench shut in regret, and Damion pulls your body closer to his as a half hug. Bond whines in front of you, trying to pull your attention away, to make you happy, to see you smile and not cry

"I never told him it wasn't his fault- or that I didn't blame him"

"I know how he's doing though" you sigh happily "I check in every now and then, just to see. He has Instagram, Facebook and loads of social media. He always posts. He looks so mature but I know he's still childish" a small laugh passes between you and Damion as his finger trace patterns on your stomach where his hand was now resting 

"I'm glad he's smiling- that he can be happy. Even if his grades aren't any better, I know he's working hard" you sit up and lean against Damion. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you into his side, Bond rests his head on your lap and you close your eyes and let your glasses project photos 

"he still wants to be a Hero- Yuuie he's aiming for, he has the summer to prepare" photos come up of Denki, he's out with his friend of training at the Gym, some are video recordings for security cameras- you always kept an eye on him making sure he was safe. Sometimes, when you alone, you put your headphones on and listen to the recordings just to hear his voice- occasionally pretending he's talking directly to you beside him

"It's not that I think he hates me- or that he's forgotten. I just wonder if he's disappointed that I never came back you know" you look up to Damion and he looks back at you with a sad frown, kissing your head as if to rid you of all the bad thoughts "he'd never be disappointed in you- I'm sure he still loves you y/n"

you sigh, closing your eyes tiredly. The boy beside you allows you to rest on him. No matter how much he can act as if he hates you in front of everyone he comes across, moments like these are all you need. Even if there are very few " I hope he does"

the conversation continues, you talk about ads like- and what your life was like before. Occasionally bring up Loid and explain how you can understand his reaction. But your tiredness keeps creeping up on you, leaving Damion to take over the conversation so you can rest before he escorts you home. Even if Loid does kill him, he will make sure everything has been diffused between you and your dad 

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once Yor had managed or squeeze out all the information from Loid she stood up and got on the phone, ignoring his deflated look "hey Franky yeah it's Yor. We need your help"

3 minutes later the three were walking around the town, the sun had set before you even got home so by now all the street lamps were on as they looked for you, "and you said she couldn't? Are you a hypocrite or stupid" Franky asks, walking backwards in front of Loid who was on verge of hitting him 

"shhh" Yor slaps her hand over Franky's face and grabs Loid, yanking him down and dragging him over to the park "she's with someone" she explains, hissing them behind a bush a few metres behind you 

she takes her hands off them and looks closer, smiling to herself. Loid follows her line of sight, catching a glimpse of you and Damon. You were laying across his lap and he looked down at you softly, nodding as he responded. Franky looked closer to hear the conversation 

"about Denki? Who's that?" Franky questions racking his brain. Loid and Yor spare eachother a sad glance "it's her twin brother" he explains "she hasn't seen him since she came here"

"so she much really trusts this Damion dude... look- he's got his arm wrapped around her, how cute" Franky points out the obvious while he fawns over the teenage romance he never got to experience. Yor has to almost break Loid's collarbone stopping him from interrupting it. "Don't you dare" she threatens, and he remains, knowing she could probably kill him despite himself being a trained spy 

they listen in on the conversation. Hearing how you talk about your family, your old and latest one. Loid can't help but feel his heart clench in his chest. Why did he feel like he was going to lose you? You were right there infront of him. But he knew why, he accepted it that day in the car. You were his daughter. He was afraid that he wasn't going to be the only man you loved besides your brother anymore. He had to make room at the table for one more person. And seeing this- he knows one day he's going to have to let you go

"M' not even tired" they hear you say, and Damion just chuckles under his breath "C'mon, let's get you home okay. We can deal with this together" you groan in response but he takes it in stride, lifting you bridal style into his chest 

"Damion?" You call out tiredly and he looks down at you with a hum, "thank you" he scoffs and walks away from the bench, being sure that Bond is beside him "you're lucky that I love you"

Loid's hand clutches his shirt, above his left pectoral, assuring that his heart wasn't falling out of his chest. Yor takes the hand into her own "it's okay" she assures him "let's get back before they do okay. Franky- thanks for the help"

the man shoots up and salutes "not a problem- anything for my favourite God-daughter" he smiles stupidly and Loid scoffs "she's your only God daughter"

somehow Loid and Yor manage to make it home before Damion does. The two are highly trained so that somehow, shouldn't even be an option of vocabulary. He was a 16-year-old boy carrying you home- a place where he can barely even remember where it is. He was relying on a weirdly smart dog to lead him back

but he managed, and before he could even knock, Yor had already opened the door startling him "I-" he tried to explain himself but she smiles 

"Nice to officially meet you, Damion, please come in"