The last student to enter the classroom was that one blonde girl that he always seemed to catch staring directly at him. Although he wasn't sure what it was, there was something off about her, but that hardly mattered to him. Soon after she had taken her seat, Damian took a final sip of his coffee and started the class. In an hour time, he lectured his students, some of which seemed to listen carefully whereas others seemed to pay no attention whatsoever, on English literature and the influences it had on the language. Despite a few slips of the tongue, his tiredness wasn't too noticeable, or so he hoped, and it all went by smoothly.<br/><br/>When the class was done, he quickly crammed his papers and laptop into his bag, before swinging it over his shoulders and leaving the room. Although the time until his next lecture started was too little for a trip back home to catch up on sleep, he hoped he could doze off in his little office, regardless of the fact that he had to sleep in a chair. Not that he cared either way. He quickly traversed the busy hallways to his quiet office, where he shut the door behind him, threw his back to the side and slumped down in his chair, closing his eyes immediately to fall in a dreamless sleep.