“Hey, come on. Look at me.” your boyfriend Scaramouche pleads, holding onto your arm. As he pulls you to face him, he laughs and wraps his arms around you.

“You’re always so shy. Don’t hide your blush from me. It’s cute.” he whispers, stroking your hair.

You didn’t take compliments from him very well, and such situations almost always ended up in you blushing and ignoring him.

Scaramouche had grown accustomed to your shy antics, and he finds it more cute than saddening.