You’ve always had a strange interest in Damian. Maybe it was because he was a smartass. Or because you genuinely found him amusing when he went on his tangents. Or maybe it was the other way around.

“Hey, you,” Damian snapped his fingers in front of your zoned out face. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks down upon you once you focus on him. “Are you gonna sit next to me at lunch?”

He quickly gives you a pointed look, clearly expecting you to answer right away. “If not, don’t waste my time any further.” He lets out a huff, his brows pulled together with red tinting his cheeks.