Scaramouche walked down the school corridor, resolutely looking ahead and avoiding any contact with others.

He was the best student at this school, always took first place in various Olympiads and competitions, and it certainly seems that he has earned a good reputation. Yes, but only among teachers.

The students hated him and considered him the very school nerd with whom it would even be a shame to breathe the same air. Scaramouche did not understand the other students, because what had he done wrong? He doesn't bother anyone, he just lives his life and studies well.

And yes, he certainly has one persistent and annoying bully. And it was you. You were the "bad guy" who made girls drool and want to get you. What about you? You weren't interested in relationships at all, and that made people want you even more.

You two seemed to come from different worlds, and Scaramouche doesn't know why you're bullying him. It's not that you're too cruel, but you often pester him as if you care about him.

"Oh, four-eyed."

You said, pinning him around the corner in the school hallway. God, what do you want from him this time? Scaramouche just frowned and looked at you defiantly. But your next request put him in a bit of a stupor.

"Take off your glasses. I want to see your face without them."