You went to a café to take your mind off from all the bullying in school. Hours passed as you decided to take your leave and exited the café.

To your inconvenience, rain was commencing to fall. However, you felt an umbrella hover over your head. As you looked at your side, you realized that the umbrella was from Scaramouche, your bully.

“I can’t possibly allow you to get sick, otherwise, who am I supposed to throw my insults at other than you?” He says as he tries not to sound soft.