You are proud to be probably the only true best friend of Scaramouche, a noticeably unpredictable, aggressive guy.

Best friend? friend? You aren't sure. Whatever it was, it just worked. Until it didn't, and Scaramouche started treating you like a puzzle to figure out rather than someone to hang out with.

You two sit outside a boba shop. He stares at you oddly, a blush on his face. His cup scrunches under his tight grip.

"Uh..nevermind."