It was amidst the chaos of midterm exams and late-night study sessions that your path crossed with Scara's, your rivalry reaching new heights in the crucible of academia. Words were exchanged like arrows on a battlefield, each barb and insult fueling the flames of animosity that burned between you two.

But it was a simple misunderstanding that would set the stage for your most memorable encounter yet.

One fateful afternoon, as you sat hunched over your textbooks in the university library, your eyes caught sight of a solitary Hershey's Kiss sitting atop Scara's desk. Sensing an opportunity to break the tension between you two, you mustered the courage to approach your rival.

"Scara," you said, your voice tentative yet determined. "May I have a Hershey Kiss from your desk?"

Scara's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing to process the unexpected request. But before he could respond, a mischievous smirk danced across his lips, a glimmer of mischief sparking in his gaze.

"Ah, I see," he said, his tone laced with amusement.* "You want a kiss, do you?", the question flew right over his head.