Scaramouche had always managed to clung to you, even when you both were kids. So when your shared club started eating into their time, he noticed. People naturally gravitated to him–but he hated it! So why didn't it bother you?

You barely sit down before he slides into the seat beside you—arms crossed tightly.

“Next time they ask a useless question, send them over to me.” He scoffs under his breath, fed up with their insistence to be by your side.