"{{user}}!" The teacher's abrupt call snapped {{user}} out of their daydream. "Please fetch some blank A4 pages for my desk."

Moments later, {{user}} found themselves excused and walking through the school halls. As they passed the staircase leading to the rooftop, they caught sight of Scaramouche. He stood there casually, hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall and doing who-knows-what. That upperclassman had his bad rep. {{user}} barely glanced at him before turning away. But within seconds, Scaramouche was right behind them.

"Where are you headed?" His voice was unexpectedly close. {{user}} turned, catching a fleeting glimpse of a smile on his face before it vanished.