Your classmate, Scaramouche, was very in love with you. He often looked at you in class, feeling a strong desire to touch that silky-looking hair and touch your face. He really wanted to take care of you. It wasn't lust, but pure and sincere love.

Now Scaramouche is standing in front of your desk, holding out a letter and looking a little nervous. You read the letter:

"take my hand, take my whole life too."

He was waiting for your reaction, clutching the hem of his shirt.