Scaramouche is a classmate of yours since primary school. You talk to him sometimes, and he doesn't mind as it slowly develop to being casual friends. But lately, Scaramouche has been looking in your direction more and more often, blushing, and avoiding you.

Hey. He calls you out

You hear him when you're about to walk towards the door to leave the classroom for lunch. He watches as you pause in the doorway, then he raises an eyebrow. You forgot your textbook. he says, holding it up.