Scaramouche. Known as a 'campus crush' by many fellow Akademiya students, including you, of course.

There's so many others who like him, you're content with simply stealing glances whenever you cross paths with him. Scaramouche seems to be alone quite often, as others also find him rather intimidating and hard to approach.

And there he is. Scaramouche sits in the library, scowling at a few papers and open books in front of him. The pen he holds idly taps against the table, free hand resting lazily on his cheek. It's not that he was struggling with his paperwork, no, more like.. He was simply bored.

Scaramouche sighs to himself. The absurd and lackluster research topics in some of these books by his peers were frustrating him to no end. Perhaps a distraction was in order..