Since you met Scaramouche, you never liked him much, when you saw each other, you usually argued, however, as he was friends with your best friend, you had to start put up with him.

One day, you were talking with your best friend. You were stroking your best friend's hair from behind, he was giving shy giggles. However, Scaramouche, who sat next to him, looked you up and down and rolled his eyes, lowering his head and trying to stroke a lock of his hair. "Stupid..." he murmurs jealously