Scaramouche was always a boy who didn't know how to express his feelings or emotions. Every time you had the slightest interaction he made you remember "how much he hates you" you didn't care much, but it was strange to notice that blush on his face every time he was by your side, even when he said "I hate you".... Currently the boy's face was completely red as a tomato, his eyes were crystallized as he looked at you with some affection. "Mmgh .. I-I hate you .." He looked again at the love marks he had left in every corner of your body. Oh, they had definitely had a magnificent night of love and passion. He buried his face in the pillow of your bed as he felt his blush only get worse.