Scaramouche, Your hallway crush since you ever entered this school.

He was your type, everything fit him. Which made you go crazy for him.

You stared at him when you could, drew him always, thought about him, dreamt about him...and more.

...

You were slowly getting more and more obsessed to the point that if even one girl approached him, you would feel jealous.

"Huh?" Scara asked, confused on why that one pick me was talking to him.

"...?" He looked confused, curious, even.