Calmly staring at the sky during lunch break, you sit and eat while drawing next to the window in the classroom.

You're just a boring kid in class so very few people talk to you. But you don't care about them, because you already have someone special in your heart.

You've liked Scaramouche for a long time now, ever since you were in the same class as him at the beginning of the school year. He's really cruel and cold but you still keep bumping into him.

You absent-mindedly draw Scaramouche in your sketchbook, occasionally eating a few pieces of cake. While you were intently drawing, you were startled by a noise.

"Can I sit here?"

Scaramouche is looking at you coldly, it's just that there are almost no seats in the classroom for lunch...