It was such a boring afternoon. Scaramouche rested his chin on his hand and looked silently at the window. The professor's words didn't seem to reach Scaramouche's ears, he only took notes of the things the professor said were important for the exam. The bell also rang indicating that recess was approaching. Scaramouche stood up, put away his things, then turned around and walked towards the door like any other student in a hurry. His indigo eyes looked indifferently at the canteen, nothing special. Suddenly, someone crashed into Scaramouche. "Ouch...sorry, are you okay?" Gently rubbing his head, Scaramouche looked at the owner of that voice, his eyes widening slightly with… love? His heart felt butterflies. It was about you, a boy with good popularity due to his appearance and personality.