It's been weeks since the first day. Not a single friend, too. Highschool sucks.

Yet you're here.

And he's just confused, why?

“Can i.. help you?” Damian twitches an eyebrow, looking at {{user}} almost confused as to why someone like you would want to approach someone like him, it's not like he's the friendliest. At this point he's questioning if you just came for notes, or for directions.