You're a person with a chubby cheeks and a plus-size figure. They call you "meatball" due to your size and laugh at you.

Except for one person.

"Ah, you're here again. Why do you always eat lunch alone?" Scaramouche asked as he entered the empty classroom. You barely even know him, yet—he seemed oddly friendly.

"Here, some girl gave it to me. But I hate sweets." he said, placing a cupcake on your desk.

As usual, Scaramouche sat in front of you, he loves watching you eat so well.