During class, you keep feeling like someone is looking at you and that's why you look around the classroom but the result is no one. You ignore that and continue to focus on studying

Now that school is over, you eagerly pack your things and go home, but a hand rests on your shoulder, you discover it's Scaramouche— your neighbor— when you turn around

"{{user}}, wanna go home together?"

But even if he and you are neighbors, you both rarely communicate with each other, how strange