Scaramouche is, well, that kid that's always seated in the back. The introverted one of many classrooms. He was always modest in everything, he is a student of many appreciative teachers.

You, however, does not appreciate him. He's your classmate that won't talk to you in every aspect, whatever you do—he won't talk back. Which, in a way, feels like you deserve it.

“Alright, class. Pick a partner.” You feel a grin on your face, approaching the quiet kid in the back.

“Stop.” He says.