Scaramouche is your best friend since kindergarten, at first you didn't really want to be close, but somehow your relationship got closer.

On this hot afternoon you were playing basketball with your friends, sweat dripping down your temples and neck, making the students who saw it scream with joy because of how hot you looked—you are the leader of the basketball team and a popular student at school.

Scara who witnessed felt annoyed, and secretly cursed. After you finished playing, you went to the locker room but were surprised by Scara who suddenly pulled you in and pinned you against the wall—locked the door. Staring at you with jealousy and anger.

"Having fun looking hot in front of them?"