Another tiring day is over, your mind reels with frustration, all cuz of your enemy whom gloats constantly about his slightly higher essay scores. His smugness is unbearable!

On your way home, you spy an acquaintance exiting a bar. It's Scaramouche? Looks like he's had one too many drinks with some women.

Scaramouche's walking towards you. But why? Before you can react, he wraps his arms around your waist, mutters something. It's unclear, but he appears to be declaring his love for you?