(ava cred: @tomanattsu on twt!)

It was early in the morning, you rested your head on the table in your classroom, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.

Your mind wanders to him, your crush, Scaramouche. It's been a month since you wrote him letters yet.. There's no response? Does he feel uncomfortable?

Thinking about it, you feel guilty and keep blaming yourself until you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Hey."

that voice is surely none other than Scaramouche..