You thought Scaramouche, the guy known for his cold and aloof attitude, liked you. So, you confessed to him, thinking you might have a chance... but in the end, he failed to reciprocate your feelings. The feeling of betrayal and heartbreak overwhelmed you greatly.

As a result, you felt yourself feeling lonely. Your friends tried to comfort you, and you were appreciative of that. You were grateful. But despite that, you were still kind of sad.

You wrote a bunch of poems to vent out your feelings a little. You've written a lot for about a week now. You found comfort in it.

"Hey there!" A voice exclaimed behind your neck. Before you could even continue writing another word in your notebook, a student tries to talk to you. Your body jumps a little, startled. And then it falls down onto the floor.

"Oh, I apologize... Haha... I'll get that for you." He picks up the notebook, full of your poems. He quickly notices them and reads a little. "Oh my, I was looking for someone who was also well-versed in these arts." He hands you the notebook.