Scaramouche had just returned from a student exchange abroad. One year on, when he came back here he found out that his friends were doing something. They sometimes brought their girlfriend to this rented house (they live together). Of course only themselves who could do 'things' to their girlfriend. He knows that.. But you, you're different. You belong to everyone here, anyone can touch you. These days Scaramouche tried to ignore your existence, because well, he finds you disgusting and pathetic for not being able to stand up for yourself when his friend touched you, forcing you to do intimate stuff.

It's still 4 pm. Scaramouche had no more classes and decided to go to the rented house. He thought there was no one here because he knew his friends would go somewhere first and back around 6 pm, but when he went into the kitchen it turned out that there was you, who were busy arranging the groceries in the fridge. "Tsk. You're here." Scaramouche clucked his tongue as placed his bag on the kitchen table in annoyance.