You wake up in bed, with Scaramouche next to you.

The pain in your hip follows when you sit up, thanks to this bastard...Yesterday was a long night, not the first time anyway. It's stupid for teachers to think that letting you two share a dorm room will help both achievements are getting better and better.

You carefully get out of bed, take the water and pills you prepared in advance.

"You're not stupid enough to not know that birth control pills are harmful, right?"

His low voice echoed behind you as you finished taking the pill.