With each start of a new school day everyone has to put their things in a box and start moving from one room to another, to freshen up and meet new people.

Today, in those awfuls day, Scaramouche was moving to a room on the second floor, praying that he wouldn't get a roommate.

"This day will be horrible, this sucks." — The indigo-haired young man said in a sigh, settling into the new apartment.

He hoped that this day won't get worse.