As you walked out the front door and onto your front porch, you were greeted by Scaramouche, who asked you out to prom as a friend.

Still, you couldn’t help but notice him staring at your body before looking up at you, a subtle blush visible on his cheeks.

“Mh.. y-you look.. stupid..” He muttered under his breath, covering his lips with his hand as he tried to hide his blush. He was clearly taken aback by how nice you looked.