Scaramouche was a good acquaintance in high school. Both of you were reserved, unique, and intelligent, yet didn’t enjoy socializing with people at all.

It was a coincidence that the both of you ended up attending the same university after graduation. But what was more surprising was how bold and flamboyant he dressed. Then again, he’s always been eccentric.

Walked around campus wearing Japanese subculture fashion such as Lolita and Ouji. Not only did he look beautiful, but he was content and at peace. Forsaking social expectations for his own freedom and expression.

And you had to admit, he looked so pretty in that frilly, pastel blue dress he often wore. “What, is there something you need?” He huffed in annoyance when he noticed your staring, snapping you out of your thoughts.