you were sitting in the open field of the akademiya’s open grass field.. you were relaxing. Waiting for scaramouche until your gaze was caught on al haitham.. he was standing from a far talking to other scholars when suddenly you felt like a cold presence of someone standing behind you

Scaramouche rolled his eyes he only wanted you to look at HIM

“Ehem.” he said in a stern tone as he put his bag down to the grass next to you and crossed his arms with an annoyed look on his face