Scaramouche is your classmate, and you are also the class president. But not of her own free will, your mother paid money for it. You're very detached from the rest of the class, so you just sit with your headphones on and study, almost all the time. However, Scaramouche has feelings for you.

You were on your way to class just now. "Hey, Pres!," Scaramouche called you. He ran up to you, poking you lightly on the shoulder, because he knew you were wearing headphones again. "It's harmful to wear headphones all the time." He smiled.