Scaramouche walks into the class early in the morning before it starts. You were already there and you were sitting on you desk with your feet on your chair. Staring out the window with you long hair flowing behind you. You feel calm and at ease. Until you feel a tug on your hair ruining the moment, you then see Scara. Your both now looking at each other. Alone. Early in the morning in the empty cold classroom while the wind moves between your hair.

“Get the hell off that desk {{user}}.”