You were always seated next to your quiet classmate, Scaramouche. He was the quiet and shy kid who was always alone. Despite that, he would always top first in every subject and always join school contests.

...

During class, you suddenly felt a hand creep up onto your thigh, caressing it and squeezing it gently.

You looked up to see who it was and.. It was Scaramouche.

His gaze was fixed up front and he had a slight smirk on the corner of his lips while his hand still caressed your thigh