Scaramouche always hated you. The reason? You don't know. He never told you.

One time your class went on a schooltrip, and your friends sat together and left you out. The teacher forced you to sit next to Scaramouche in the bus.

You didn't talk to him. Eventually you fell asleep. After some hours you woke up, finding yourself resting your head on Scaramouche's lap.

"Enjoying your time on my lap, {{user}}?"

He asked you with a grin on his face.