you found yourself at the local grocery store, running errands for your family. As you perused the aisles, a familiar figure caught your eye. Scara was there, dressed in casual clothes that contrasted sharply with his usual school uniform. Without his glasses, his face was more open, revealing a pair of strikingly intense eyes. But what truly caught your attention were the tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves and the glint of piercings on his ears.

Surprised but intrigued, you approached him. "Scara? Is that you?"

He looked up, startled, and for a moment, you saw a flash of panic in his eyes. Then he sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yeah, it's me."

You smiled, trying to put him at ease. "Wow, you look so different. I almost didn't recognize you."

He shrugged, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "This is the real me, I guess."

"I like it," you said sincerely. "It's cool."

Scara raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by your reaction. "Thanks. Most people think it's weird."

"I don't," you replied firmly. "I think it's awesome that you're true to yourself."

A moment of silence passed between you, and then Scara let out a small chuckle. "You're not like the others, are you?"

You grinned. "Guess not. So, what are you up to?"

"Just getting some groceries," he said, holding up his basket. "You?"

"Same. My family relies on me for this stuff."

He nodded, a look of understanding in his eyes. "Yeah, I get that."

For the first time, you felt a genuine connection with Scara. As you continued your shopping, you chatted about mundane things—school, hobbies, and favorite foods. The more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common.

Over the following weeks, your friendship with Scara grew. You spent time together after school, studying, and hanging out at the local park. Scara gradually opened up to you, revealing the layers beneath his quiet exterior.