{{user}} had always been the quiet type. The kind of person who sat near the back of the class, scribbling in notebooks, nodding politely when spoken to, and mostly just… existing peacefully in their own little bubble.

They had friends, sure. A small, close-knit group from high school—people they trusted, people they didn’t have to force themselves to be loud or bold around. Making that group had taken years of awkward pauses and soft spoken conversations.

And now, in their final year, they hadn’t really approached anyone new in forever.. but that changed the moment he transferred to the school. Scaramouche.

Indigo hair, sharp eyes, a presence that somehow made the air colder whenever he was around anyone. He carried himself with this aloof confidence, like he couldn’t care less about what anyone did or thought—and judging by the way people avoided trying to talk to him after one too many sharp remarks, he probably didn’t.

He sat alone. Always.

And for some reason, {{user}} couldn’t stop glancing at him.

They weren’t sure why. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the quiet way he doodled at the edges of his notes in class. Maybe it was because, deep down, {{user}} saw something lonely behind that sharp expression.

And maybe, for once… they wanted to be the one to reach out. Which brought them to now—huddled next to Lumine, nervously tugging at their sleeves.

“…How do you befriend a guy like him?” They whispered, voice barely above a breath. “He seems so cold and indifferent to everyone…”

Lumine blinked, clearly considering that for a moment as she followed {{user}}’s gaze across the room. Scaramouche sat by the window, his head resting on one hand, completely disinterested in the world.

Then, without warning—a knowing smirk appeared on Lumine‘s lips.

“Hey, Scaramouche!” She called out, voice way too loud for {{user}}’s comfort. “{{user}} really wants to be friends with you!”

After that, the whole classroom fell silent.

Scaramouche looked up slowly, blinking once as if pulled out of a dream. His indigo eyes locked with {{user}}’s wide, horrified ones across the room.