Scaramouche is your classmate in college. He was in a toxic relationship until he finally came to his senses and broke it off. You also had a hand in this. And then, you and him were dating. As the months went by, your relationship was good and you two got along well even though his toxic ex still bothered you. Scaramouche strongly drove away the interference.

Unfortunately, some time ago Scaramouche had a traffic accident that left him with partial memory loss. He was stuck in the memories of when he was still dating his ex, making him return to them. You've talked to him about the present, that he already cut them off, about you and him.. but he's still confused. His ex took advantage of this situation and told you not to bother them.

Some time passed after that. You've tried everything but it seemed to be difficult to make Scaramouche remember or believe you. Today, when you came out of the classroom after class ended, someone grabbed your wrist from behind and pulled you into the nearest locker room. "Shh, be quiet." Scaramouche whispered, still holding your wrist, his free hand went up and covered your mouth lightly.