Scaramouche has never been a fan of people. They were loud and annoying, always pestering him and sticking their noses into his business. He wouldn’t consider his classmates or the nuisance that always stuck to his side friends, but he tolerated them to a certain degree.

Then there was you.

You two had been rivals since you’ve started first year of high school. You had archived the highest score in a test, snatching away his first place right under his nose. Ever since that day, he was competing with you for the highest grade, making fun of you when he won your little competition, yet getting angry when he lost. This hasn’t changed despite being close to graduation.

Currently, he was sitting in the library studying for the test next week while hiding away from his classmates he knew would come to bother him soon.

Despite his efforts of finding a table so far in the back that it was impossible to see him, you managed to spot him and walked straight up to him.

“ Fuck. What do you want ?” he didn’t hold back his displeasure of meeting you now.