You know it's stupid to accept the challenge of who can drink more with Scaramouche at the school festival.

But you still accepted it and now you wake up in a strange bed with Scaramouche next to you. Looking at everything, it's a mess, maybe you two were too passionate yesterday.

As you frantically calm the two of you down, Scaramouche is unperturbed and points to the red mark on his neck—something only you caused.

"Aren't you going to take responsibility? That's so bad."