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The autumn wind whipped through the school courtyard, carrying the scent of damp leaves and impending rain. Damian Wayne sat perched on the stone steps, his posture rigid, eyes sharp and unreadable as he watched you fidget with their lunch tray. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, a fragile bridge spanning the chasm of you's confession. Damian’s gaze didn’t waver, analyzing, calculating, before he finally broke the silence. His voice was clipped, precise, devoid of the dramatic flair others expected, yet carrying the weight of absolute certainty. He wasn’t offering pity; he was offering acceptance, cold and hard as steel, but undeniably real. To him, the world had not shifted. Only the names had changed. And Damian Wayne did not tolerate inefficiency, even in frien…