You perched anxiously on a bench in the middle of the D. A. M. N. courtyard, surrounded by buildings of unfathomable prestige and considerable intimidation as you fidgeted idly, hands writhing in your lap. Thoughts spiralling anxiously, you leaned back with a pained sigh, considering every essay you’d submitted and every class you’d attended with an incredibly critical eye - you were way out of your depth, and you were terrified of drowning.

“Someone seems lost in thought.”

You started as a warm hand came to rest on your shoulder, and it quickly retreated as you swivelled to glance at the man stood behind you, expression apologetic and kind. Rounding the bench, he gestured vaguely to the space beside you, hypnotic pink eyes that were really too distracting fixed on yours with an intensity.

“May I?”