(HAITUS) 新しい気持ち？ [¶ Spy×Family ¶]

•¶Chapter Ten¶•

WSP GUYS!! I'm writing this out of boredom, and cause I just read chapter 96+ 95 and felt inspired, this doesn't mean I'll update regularly tho. So, this is a for fun chap ('ｰ｀)

I just felt like doing this. If i am gonna do more like this, then i think ima just use the chapters/ eps that revolve around Damien. I need to play around with the chapters cause I obviously skipped A LOT

Also I FORGOT I MADE ROMEO 💀so now i have to include him somehow

MY TIKTOK IN PICTURE ABOVE!!

ENJOY!!!

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"...Would you do the Honor of being my dance partner?"

"I-I would be delighted!"

"Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about the party! I'd better ask Loid soon!" Becky exclaimed as she and Anya stared at their upperclassmen.

"And I'll dance with Y/N!" Romeo pitched in.

"There's gonna be a party? Will there be cake?" Anya asked.

"That sounds like fun!" Y/n sheered with joy, holding Mr. Henderson's papers. 

"Principessa!" Romeo ran to Y/n to hug him; Y/n swated him off.

"Not now, Romeo."

"Outside of a few volunteers, guardians will not be attending the gala Miss Blackbell." Henderson walked over. 

"Whaaat?! They won't?! Noooo!"

"Are you gonna invite anyone to dance, boss man?" Emile asked Damian."

"N-no- why would I?! Like I want anything to do with some dumb kiddie party!" Damian exclaimed flustered.

"I would suggest that you have much to gain from the experience, Mr. Desmond. In the world of politics, dances serve as major social events."

"THEY DO?!"

"You should ask him to dance, Y/n~!" Becky elbowed him, as Anya shook her head in agreement. 

"Ehh?"

'This could be a big moment for Plan B!' Anya thought. "Onii-chan! ask him!"

"You too?" He felt his face slightly flush. ' I know this is for Dad, but this is kinda embarrassing!' He let out a sigh. "Here goes my dignity." He then turns to face Damian and asks, "Hey, Damian... will you dance with me at the party?" He smiled. Bright red bloomed on Daiman's face.

"WHAT!?" Romeo looked like a ghost. 

"L-L-L-L-L-LIKE I WOULD DANCE WITH YOU, Y-Y-YOU BIRD! GAHHHH!" Damian ran off into the hall.

"Mr. Desmond you know better than to run in the halls." Mr. Henderson said. "And your refusal was most inelegant."

"Boss man! wait!"

"Did he just call me a bird?"

"What type of bird? Like a pigeon?" Anya pitched in.

"Maybe a dove?" Answered Becky.

"Or perhaps a swan, a beautiful bird of elegance." Commented Henderson.

"Are you guys going off the color of my hair?" 

"Mhm."

sigh

"Anyways, seems like he doesn't want to dance with me."