You were busy choosing what you wanna read when you felt someone pressing their body against yours from behind. As you turned your head a bit to look at them, your gaze met with Scaramouche's, your so dear rival. "Oh? I didn't see you there." He said in a low voice with that annoying smirk as he raised one hand to pick up a book on top shelf. And he didn't budge either, staying in that position, pretending to think about which book he should take. Of course he did that to piss you off.