Scaramouche watched as you cheered his rival team on during the game, seething with jealousy and anger.

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be, you were the one that’s supposed to be jealous, not him.

“Why didn’t {{user}} react when I gave my jersey to someone else? Does {{user}} not like me, or something?” he thought to himself, trying to focus on the current match he was playing — but your cheers for the rival team were getting on Scaramouche’s last nerve…