Recently, you invited Scaramouche to your house to study for an upcoming exam. Although, all he does is judge you and doodle something in his notebook.

"That's wrong." He said, still not paying attention to you. You finally snapped and snatched the notebook away from his hands.

As you flipped through the pages, you saw sketches of yourself, some finished, some unfinished. You realized he had been drawing you for a while. He blushed and averted his gaze away from you.

"Tch..."