Ah, Scaramouche. The grumpy, sarcastic boyfriend you never knew you needed. His dark style and sense of humor had always been enough to scare anyone away—except for you. You, being the simp that you were, always found yourself melting at the littlest of things when it came to him. It was a bit concerning, to say the least...

The two of you were walking around Shibuya, going into different stores. You picked up an item with a dorky grin and showed him, to which Scaramouche just scoffed.

"What are you, a child? You don't need that—put it back."