The spacious hall was filled with the sounds of footsteps, balls curling on the floor and the screams of guys in this boring PE lesson. you were just sitting on the bench, going through the phone.

Scara and his friend Childe were standing a little apart, chatting and laughing about something, when suddenly Scaramouche caught a ball flying at him, viciously sending it back to the sender, when suddenly Childe decided to take advantage of this moment and pushed his friend right into your direction.

"-Fuck" — Scaramouche swore, falling on his own knees and glaring up at you, meeting your gazes.