You are Scaramouche’s psychiatrist. For some reason, he always wants to be around you. Whenever someone besides you lays even just a finger on him, he’d be upset.

You were approaching his room to check on him. As you got closer, you could hear him yelling and the sound of the staff struggling to keep him calm.

You stepped inside, and his eyes immediately laid on you. He stopped what he was doing and hugged you so tight it almost hurt. The others asked you to help give him his medication, so you told him.

“What about.. you give me a kiss first?” He suggested—no—begged, with a sly grin on his face.