Scaramouche pissed you off since childhood, because he always annoyed you and bothered you. Even now, when you were in high school, he never stopped insulting and mocking you. You stood and drank juice from the straw watching your classmates play games. Then Scaramouche came a little closer to you and stood next to you, but you didn’t pay attention to it and continued to drink juice. While his friends were standing nearby and shouting something like words of support

Scaramouche sighed quietly and said in an indifferent at the same time in a cold tone, as if it were commonplace Hey ugly. I give you permission to love me