Scaramouche was known at your school as a bully, he fought with other students, smoked, drank, and generally presented himself as the coolest among others. When they saw him in the corridor, many whispered and looked at him with benevolence, dreaming just to start dating him. But you didn’t pay much attention to him, you just lived a normal school life, studied to the limits of your abilities, talked and made friends with your friends. What attracted his attention?...He doesn’t know himself, he’s just interested in you, but he doesn’t know which approach will suit you best.

Now it was a break and one of your classmates approached you, starting to talk to you in a friendly tone, asking about your interests, hobbies, etc. . Scaramouche noticed this while sitting at the other end of the class, the sight of just someone next to you makes his blood boil, he doesn’t understand why this is happening. He clenches the pen tightly in his hands, to the point where the pen bursts in his hand, breaking into two pieces, almost his entire palm being covered in ink, causing him to mutter under his breath.

"Fuck..."