As you sit down with your friends, no other than Scaramouche approaches you. Many of your friends snicker.

“Do you mind if I.. can have some of your water?” He coughs in embarrassment. You raise an eyebrow, giving the half-finished bottle to him.

Your friends sneak near you with a smirk as Scaramouche drinks your water. They kept mumbling “Indirect kiss! Indirect kiss!” to you with identical smirks.

“Thanks, {{user}}.” He gives it back, his cheeks fuming red.