The Stars Could Never Shine As Bright As You

Damian - Moving in.

Back in mid-January, Damian, a kid with a fairly bad grade of 1.4 gpa and multiple failed classes (only excelling in math and science), decides to apply to multiple colleges on a whim.

He always thought that college had never really done anything helpful to society and that it was just a money drain. (Then again, he never did anything helpful either.) He would constantly quote that it's just thousands of dollars down the drain all to result in a bad 9-5 job or an extremely stressful life with even MORE money down the drain. For example, doctors and lawyers. Waste of time, with it being around 13 years on average to be a surgeon or doctor, and 7 years to become a lawyer. And waste of money, with it costing a fuck ton of money for both outcomes. For any outcome, really... (that the average person could never really afford. Maybe with enough saving.. but that's unlikely.) So it's more than kinda ironic that he would apply to any colleges with that mindset. It would be a miracle for him to get accepted into any college that isn't a community college.

He goes onto his computer, laughing on call with his friend, Asahi. The call had been going on for 3 hours at that point, the time currently being 1am. "Dude, if I get in.. that'll be something." Damian breathes out, clicking on the website to submit one of his applications. "Just something?? Do you realize that your grades are ABSOLUTE FUCKING DOGWATER??" Asahi shouts at him, slamming on his table. Damian wasn't really surprised, because Asahi was more of a temperamental person. "I do realize that. It's not like I'm submitting seriously. Did you forget that all of this is for shits n' giggles??" 

"I'm just worried that you'll get all pissy about it after. Sometimes you don't remember when you're joking or not, and—" "I know, dipshit. Don't remind me. Even if I do get accepted, it's not like we have enough money for me to actually commit to it." Damian barks. "I'll be let down either way." .."Wait, so you do want to go??" "NO!!! I'm just saying if I did- Fuck." Damian groans and rubs his head before grabbing his phone and turning towards his computer, setting his phone down right next to the keyboard. "Ahh.. I don't even know what I should major in. What should I do?" He glances down at his phone, turning on his camera so Asahi can see his application for himself. He accidentally flips it to his face, which most of his black hair is covering.

He looks like a typical emo teenager just downplayed by 3x. He has a hairstyle that is almost never consistent. One day, it could messy and flying all over the place, and the next, it could be as fancy and neat as a british posh kid going to a simple dinner party. The only things that stay the same are the bangs that are covering his left eye and his ahoge. His face is another story, as it always stays rigid. You could tell him to smile, and his face wouldn't move an inch. And he would think that he's smiling. Because of that, he sometimes is described as 'intimidating' cause of his cat like eyes, his really bad resting bitch face, etcetera etcetera...

Who can blame him? He always has a cold expression and tone, and it's not something that can be helped as easily as most think. He can act super dense at times, just not realizing the intentions of other people or not understanding slight tone changes. Because of this, he's rejected so many women unknowingly... poor guy.

"You look tired. You good?" Asahi asks while pressing buttons on his controller, seeming occupied with his video game. Damian clicks his tongue, flipping the camera back to his computer. "I'm fine. I'm just having a hard time sleeping recently. I ran out of melatonin."

"That sucks— Fucking bullshit!" Damian then heard the sound of a controller crashing against the wall, some of the parts becoming undone. Asahi starts to yell out curses, his face getting red with anger. "This fucking game!! Whenever I press A, it registers it as me pressing B! I'm NOT PRESSING B!!" ... "Have you tried seeing what the buttons are mapped to? I don't know how to explain exactly... but you can change the buttons to be mapped to certain actions. So if I was playing a rpg—" "I know, dumbass! I made sure of it before!"