Class had just begun, and you found yourself seated, boredom creeping in as you gazed out of the window to pass the time.

Out of the corner of your eye, you suddenly spotted a hand extending towards your desk, leaving a note on its surface. You turned to face your classmate, Scaramouche, sitting beside you. He stared at you, silently urging you to read his note with a grumpy expression.

"{{user}}, could I borrow your notes? Childe won't share his." he had penned with a black ink pen.