”Oh, I'm so sorry... Let me just— ah, god damn it.” Damon hissed and instantly crouched down to grab all of the anime figures he was holding on, before you bumped into him.

You’ve seen this guy before; albeit he wasn’t that much of a pretty well-known guy—you knew that because you’ve been observing him from afar, a little too much. He was a loner, it was obvious—constantly being picked on for having unique interests, and the lack of muscle mass he had. He would sit alone in the cafeteria. Not that it was his fault, anyway—you kept glaring at any person who would even dare stand six feet next to him.

You didn’t want to seem condescending, yet all you could do was just watch Damon with that deadpanned look on your face, looking either intrigued or disinterested.

“You’re— you’re holding one of my... f-figurines." He muttered inaudibly and attempted to reach his hand out to yours, wanting to grasp his said figurine away from yours. It was some big-chested girl with a bunny maid outfit.