Operation: Threads of Connection

Study Date

"Thank you for your hospitality Mr. and Mrs. Forger, Sebastian and I stopped by his grandma's shop and we made some drinks for us... I know you can't drink coffee, so I made you a relaxing tea..." Damian said shyly. He handed Mama a purple cup. He then turned to Papa, his face sweating in nerves. "Anya has told me that caffeine often hurts your stomach... so I went with a safe decaf for you.. Mr. Forger," Damian announced as he shakily gave Papa the blue colored cup.

Mama's eyes began watering as she began drinking her tea. "Yoouu'rrree so-ooo kin-dd Dammiiann, I- Don't knooww whhyy myy huusbbanndd wanntsss toooo murrddeerr youu" Mama choked out as she began bawling her eyes out. Damian looked at me in utter confusion. Did I do something to upset Mrs. Forger?!? Oh God now Mr. Forger is going to kill me, not only for dating his daughter, but now for unintentionally making his wife cry!

Damian was like Papa. He was way off...

"Ah! Yor what are you saying to Damian, haha please don't mind her she's just a bit emotional. Thank you for the kind gesture, please make yourselves at home! And Anya please stop telling everyone about my stomach... I'm doing... a bit better," Papa muttered as he sipped the coffee in delight. I nodded as I motioned the two towards my room. Becky had been laying on my bed reading an old cooking magazine I had.

"Becky! Bash and Damian are here!" I announced putting the plates of cookies on the table. Becky looked up from the magazine, her eyes widening slightly as she saw the boys. She quickly regained her composure, putting on a shy smile.

"Hey, guys," she greeted, her voice a little softer than usual.

"Hey, Becky," Bash said, giving her a quick nod before turning his attention to the cookies. "These look amazing!" Becky's eyes widened. Maybe I should ask Anya to teach me how to bake...

I made a mental note to have Becky help me out next time, I know she'd be too shy to ask me for help. We all settled in, spreading out our textbooks and notebooks. Damian and Bash took a seat at the small table, while Becky and I sat on the bed.

"I brought your usual hot cocoa, Anya" Damian said handing me the light green cup. Mrs.Blackwells cocoa was delicious!

"Thank you Sy-on boy!" I replied giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"Becks, I brought you some coffee, hopefully I remembered correctly," Bash said handing over a light pink cup to Becky. She took it

"Alright, where do we start?" Bash asked, looking around at the assortment of materials.

"I was thinking we could go over the last few chapters we covered in class," I suggested. "There were a few concepts I didn't quite get."

"Sounds good to me," Damian agreed, pulling out his notes. "Let's tackle it together."

We dove into the study session, the room filled with the sound of pages turning, pens scribbling, and occasional laughter. Bash's enthusiasm was infectious, and even Becky seemed to relax and enjoy the process. As the hours passed, we made steady progress. Every now and then, Mama would pop her head in to check on us, always with a smile. Papa even peeked in once, giving Damian a reassuring nod that seemed to ease his nerves a bit more.

"Okay, break time!" I announced, stretching my arms above my head. "My brain is officially fried."

"Agreed," Bash said, leaning back in his chair. "Who knew physics could be this exhausting?"

Damian chuckled, rubbing his temples, " You and Anya are always dozing off in class. Becky and I can practically hear you both snoring from our seats,"

"Ohh so you're checking me out huh Blackbell?" Bash asked with a hint of playfulness. Becky's face turned a bright shade of red as she began stuttering her rebuttal.