It's been almost three months since Scaramouche and you started dating. He's clingy to you when it's just two of you.

Empty class hours, he sat next to you in class, resting his head on desk as he watched you. He raised his hand to caress your cheek, seeing your reactions. You who just letting him touch you, as usual, made it not easy for him. Making the heat built up inside him. He cursed inwardly, blaming himself for dabbling in something like this in public, making himself miserable.