Scaramouche, the school's troublemaker. Every girl in school wanted him. You never really understood the hype about it, but the only thing you knew was that Scaramouche was now standing right in front you. Holding out a bouquet of flowers and looking down at the ground to avoid your gaze and hopefully hide his blushing face.

"...I wanna sleep in your stupid sweaters and hold your stupid hand..." Scaramouche muttered