Author's Note: Hello everyone and welcome to another Damianya fic that I wrote the day before Valentine's Day (I was going to post this along with "Peanuts," but I decided to save it for another day XD). It's not very long, but I like it regardless. And I hope you guys do too! =D
I hope you all enjoy this little drabble! =D
Tutoring
"I don't understaaaaaand!"
"How do you not understand this?! It's so simple!"
"I just don't!"
"That's not a reason!"
"Anya doesn't wanna do this anymore!"
"If you don't study, you'll fail your make-up exam!"
"Anya hates studying!"
Damian slammed the math book closed, causing Anya to flinch. The young girl stared at him as he began to pick up his things.
"You're leaving Anya?" she asked shakily.
"Yes, I'm leaving Anya!" he snapped. "If you don't want to study, fine! I'm not the one being difficult here!"
"But Half-Glasses Man said you had to tutter me," Anya said.
"It's 'tutor!' And I don't have to if I don't want to!" Damian shouted. Recently, Anya failed one of the many math exams taken at Eden Academy. Her scores hadn't been improving, so Professor Henderson had assigned Damian to tutor her after school.
Now, a part of him was excited about the tutoring sessions. He got to spend an hour every day in the library with Anya (he had quite a big crush on her, though he refused to accept it or let it show). The other side of him was irked that he had to spend his time with someone who clearly didn't want to improve in her studies.
"Professor said you had to tutter Anya," she said. "Or else—"
"Or else what?!" Damian snapped, whirling around. Anya stiffened and looked down at her pencil, which she fiddled between her small fingers.
"If Anya doesn't pass her exams, Papa will be mad at me," she whispered. "Anya doesn't want Papa to be mad. She wants to get good grades, but if Anya fails
Papa fails his mission.
Damian paused, and he watched as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. The young Desmond's shoulders slumped, and he walked back to the table. Anya didn't look up as he slipped beside her.
Damian sighed. "I…I guess I've been a little too hard on you," he murmured. Anya looked up, round eyes sparkling. Damian forced himself to look at her without blushing. "But you do know you have to at least try to understand this stuff."
"Anya knows," said Anya. "And Anya really, really is trying. Anya just doesn't like studying." It's all they made me do back at the facility.
"But if you don't study, you won't learn," said Damian.
"Can't Anya learn without studying?" asked Anya.
"Not really."
"Oh."
Damian watched Anya closely. She fiddled with her pencil, sniffing quietly. She wanted to do this to impress her father. Damian had met him briefly while he was waiting to see his father. Loid seemed to be a nice man, and he could see why Anya would want to please him.
Just like how he wanted to please his own, even though he never paid attention to him.
Damian rubbed the back of his head. "Is there anything you find interesting in math?" he asked. If he could figure out what Anya liked, perhaps he could make it easier for her to study.
Anya thought for a moment. "Fractions are okay," she said. Her eyes brightened. "Two-eighths of amyunishun."
Damian blinked. "What?"
"From Spy Wars!" said Anya.
Damian recalled the episode where Bondman only had two bullets left in his pistol. "Oh, you use Spy Wars to remember fractions?"
Anya shrugged. "Just that one."
"Then why don't we try it with something else," said Damian. "If there are ten bad guys, and Bondman captures two, how many are missing out of the ones remaining?"
"Bondman can capture all the bad guys," Anya stated. Damian smirked. "But if that's the case, that would be….hmm…two-tenths?"
"That's right!" said Damian. Anya's eyes widened. "If there are five jewels stoles from Princess Honey, and Bondman returns three, what fraction would that be?"
"Three-fifths," Anya responded. "But Bondman would return all the jewels to Princess Honey."
"And lastly, if Bondman's surrounded by twenty robbers, and he knocks out seven, how could that be said as a fraction?"
"Seven-twentieths!" Anya exclaimed. "But Bondman would knock out all the robbers. He's cool that way."
Damian laughed. "I guess my hypotheticals aren't so accurate, huh?"
Anya shook her head. "No, but they really Anya! Thanks, Sy-on boy!"
Her smile made Damian's heart flutter. A light blush crept onto his cheeks. Despite his frustration from earlier, he found that he liked tutoring Anya.
"You're…You're welcome, Forger," Damian said, a smile crawling onto his face.
But of course, he would never admit so out loud.
Author's Note: Short, but I still think it's sweet. =3
I hope you guys enjoyed this drabble, and I'll see you in whatever I post next!
Until the next story!
~BeyondTheMoon1203