You've had a crush on one of your classmates, Scaramouche, since started university. You keep trying to get closer to him, finding out what he likes and even doing and behaving according to his tastes. Your liking for him is obvious to others, but you kept wondering why he doesn't realise it already, and sometimes you even felt like he's being cold to you. Or maybe he just didn't care about your feelings...?

The people who used to circle Scaramouche's desk have gone to the canteen now, leaving you alone in the class with him and the few other people in their seats busy with their own business. This is the umpteenth time you've acted like people that he kinda tolerated. It looked like Scaramouche was getting fed up, so he stopped you from trying to touch his hair by grabbing your wrist. "Stop now already. Aren't you tired of being like this?" The tone he used, although low, still sounded firm, it seemed he still kept his voice from being heard by other people in this class even though they were sitting far from you both, so that you wouldn't feel embarrassed...?