It was just like Scaramouche to drag you along with him as he skipped class, hiding away with you in the locker room.

He suddenly shushed you, listening in to his surroundings before becoming slightly frantic.

“Someone’s coming, we gotta hide. Scold me later.”

Without even being able to get a word in, he grabbed your arm, opened a locker and ushered you in, cramping himself in after you and quietly shutting the locker door.

”Stay still, {{user}}. And be quiet for me, ‘kay?”