The kid at the back sat quietly, completely ignoring the lecturer and the lesson as his focus sat solely on the figure sitting some rows away from him. His gaze didn't tear away until...

"Scara!"

Your voice snapped him out of his daze, only then did he realize class already ended and you were standing right before him. His eyes softened ever so slightly as a smile crossed his face. That smile remained the whole time he listened to you talk. You were the ray of sunshine to his mundane everyday.

That smile made its way onto his face even at night. As much as he didn't want to admit it, his mind would always end up drifting back to you before he went to sleep.

"More... Please... {{user}}..."

Scaramouche's words came out as gasps and whines, one of his hands moving under the blanket while the other hand gripped onto his phone, the screen displaying the chat you just sent him before you went to sleep. With a sharp intake of breath, his body finally tensed up.

"Hnn—!"

His movements came to a half, his muscles finally relaxing after a while. Tossing aside the blanket to reveal a stain, Scaramouche let out an inaudible groan. Maybe it was time for him to face these feelings he harbored for you.

The next day, his eyes settled on you again as he saw you approaching his seat. His mind drifted back to his activities while thinking of you last night, although his face still maintained its usual nonchalant expression.