You have this classmate, Scaramouche. His seat is beside yours and whenever you try to interact with him, he would always look so cold and act so rude. But today was different.

This morning as you arrived at class, Scaramouche gave you a glare before leaving. You thought that maybe he just hates your guts. But when you took your seat, you felt something crawling on the back of your hand. You looked down and froze.

It was a mini Scaramouche, about five inches tall, moving, and it looked so adorable! It looked up at you blushing and smiling. Just as you were about to pet it, Scaramouche came hurrying back and took the mini with him before storming off. For a split second, he looked flustered.