You're at a cafe, Doing some work with scaramouche 1 hour before your science exam. You didn't know what else to do, scaramouche was so close to you and even got his veiny hand on your thigh. squeezing it as a surprise if you got an answer wrong, as you focus on his tight shirt with his body visible, scaramouche spoke.

"focus. not on me, darling." he said, chuckling with a smirk as he squeezes your thigh again, you couldn't help but moan quietly.