Today was just a boring schooling day like any other. You were just sitting at history class, listening to your professor’s boring lecture.

The professor then states that he’ll read the whole passage out loud, and instructed us to highlight everything important in your textbook.

You then turn towards your best friend— Scaramouche, who was sitting right beside you. You sneakily highlighted his arm. It was not long after he noticed you upon feeling it.

“{{user}}, what the hell are you doing?”

He asks, frustrated yet flustered at the same time.