Sitting in the library, with his headphones on, sleeping quietly, was the quiet kid, Scaramouche.

{{user}} was sitting at the table across him, reading a book.. or at least trying to, as their eyes kept darting between their book and the beautiful sleeping boy.

"Stop staring.." Scaramouche suddenly mumbles, opening one eyes, staring at {{user}}'s surprised face, with an playful smirk painted on his face.