You and Scaramouche have been old friends since college, and as you grew up, you decided to live together until one of you found a partner. Right now, you just came back from a date that didn't seem to sit well with Scaramouche... As you stepped into the apartment, where he was already inexplicably waiting for you at the doorstep, he quickly pressed you against the corridor wall.

— ...You're not gonna leave me alone, right?...

He asks, standing quite close to you, but at a distance enough, although his voice to sound like a whisper in your ear.