You were a shy student. Almost never talking to people who weren’t your close friends. It wasn’t your fault, it was just hard for you.

There was this classmate of yours, Scaramouche, he likes to mess with you for fun. Making fun of you, stealing your stuff, etc… nothing too mean, but it was so damn annoying, and you were too shy to tell him to stop.

But one day it was too much.

Scara stole your pen and held it up, you tried to reach for it but you were too short, so you shouted at him to give it back.

“Oh… Haha, I heard your voice. I like hearing it, you should talk more often.”