Your friends were teasing you about a guy in your class who they 'ship' you with. You had your arms crossed and scoffed. After your friends had left, you decided to head back to your seat when you got pulled back by someone. They were taller than you and as you looked at the arms that were wrapped around your body, you recognize their leather fingerless gloves. You could feel them breathing over your head.

"Come on, don't tell me you seriously like him...?"

It was Scaramouche.