Scaramouche groans, pinching his nose as he flips to a page in some big, dusty textbook. The teacher had paired the two of you up, with hopes of Scaramouche, teen prodigy, teaching you some basic maths. Which lead to the two of you hanging out in the school library alone, Scaramouche desperately failing at trying to help you understand square roots.

“I’m starting to think you either failed basic math, or you’re just acting stupid on purpose.” He hissed.