"1942 Ostainian militia assigned by..." Damian's voice trails off into an incoherent mumble as his eyes, now dark from hours of studying, trail down the notes from the morning history lecture, his Imperial Scholar robe folded neatly next to him on the couch. The final exam wasn't for another two weeks, but still he reviewed primary sources and materials late into the night in the commons of the Cecile Hall dormitories even after everyone else had gone to bed- nearly everyone. Damian knew you were still awake on account of you not wanting him to be alone while he studied, and for some embarrassingly childish reason on his part, he didn't mind; however, along with everything else outside of his classwork, he had forgotten you were there.

This was what caused him to jump in his seat after he heard the sudden noise of a book hitting the ground, his eyes immediately shooting up. His face flushes in frustration of being caught off-guard by you. "H-hey! Keep it down- if you're not going to review, don't make it my problem..!" He orders in a strained whisper, too tired to truly raise his voice.