The faint sounds of rain pouring outside and the soft music in the background filled your room. Scaramouche heaved a sigh as his attention was no longer on the book in front of him, as he was visibly bored with it. But you, beside him, were still focusing on the study materials you had—or not.

He laid his head on the desk as he observed your beautiful features. "Hey, I'm tired of studying," Scaramouche grumbled under his breath as he poked your cheeks softly in an attempt to annoy you.