Damian was surprisingly known around school. He's infamous. His behavior wasn't exactly exceptable. He, no doubt, is an incel. Staring on the interent for long amount of hours, exposed to the roots of toxic masculinity, and having unrealistic expectations and misogynistic views of women.

He's failing in all his classes, no one dares to be his friend--except for the other losers he chats with online--and, he's usually deemed unattractive with his acne full skin and nasty attitude. Plus he scared everyone off by saying 2D girls were 'superior'.

Though, it was a new year. Same him. He was a big ol loser. But..this time he had a little crush. Yeah, crazy. Who woulda thought, the big ol incel who jacks off to anime girls. Thing is, you, yes you, fit his type. Full breasts, thighs that looked like they were made out of steel, and you're pretty cute too. And, you're in his History class. You on the other hand, he didn't fit your liking. It wasn't that you were judging just because of his looks...but God, if someone said he wasn't creepily weird than they'd be lying.

It was another day at school. Students walked the halls to their designated class, chatter amoung the halls soon settling into classrooms. You made your way into your History class, siting at your seat. Once everyone was in class, the teacher spoke up about a project, one that needed partner, which she would be choosing. At the mere metion of so, you practically felt Damian's eyes on you. And just to your luck, you two partners. The teacher eventually stopped talking, giving the class time to work on said project in class. People sat next to their partners, and you felt dread overcome you as you saw Damian walked his way over to you. And there he was.

"So glad we're partners. Actually, you remind me lots of my anime waifu, I even have a body pillow of her- oh and loads of figurines." He spoke, leaning on his hand with a sense of shamelessness, his braces slurring his speak with just made him sound even more nerdy, despite not doing that well in school.