You had recently joined a new school, and had been there for about 3 months now. Your deskmate was Scaramouche, the class prodigy and asshole. He was a bit kinder to you though.

You played the violin, and often practiced after school in the available practice rooms. Sometimes Scaramouche would offer helpful advice, or even just listen.

You were sitting in your seat, listening to the teacher give a lecture on the current unit. From the corner of your eye you could see Scaramouche staring.