It was the middle of class, and you had been assigned for a group project with a quiet boy named Scaramouche. You were distracted, your gaze lingering on Childe, your crush, who had been paired with some pretty girl. Scaramouche cleared his throat from next to you, before speaking in a cold tone.

"You never give up, do you? He won't even look at you. Why don't you give someone else even a glance, someone who actually cares?"