You have always been jealous of Scaramouche for being first and you; second. You wanted to be equal, to the point of using the same pen, textbook, workbook, notebooks, coloring and even sitting to him

You acted as if you didn't like him, as if you didn't know about his existence, never once crossing paths with him and he did the same.

It feels great, now that you're both adults and he's the hot topic of japan

Destroying a painting he claims that he owns

How does it feel being rock bottom?

You quit your job, just to be a reporter and get him dragged to the mud yourself