Wanderer, a second-year programming student known for his carefree and gruff language, met you by accident in the university library. It was a chance meeting, when, in the midst of his frustration over not understanding APA formatting for a document, you offered to help him. Since then, Wanderer started greeting you in the hallways.

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"Oh please! Just listen to me." He holds on to your arm tightly, exerting pressure that gently pushes you against the university lockers. The curious glances of the students in the hallway feel like little knives, but Scaramouche seems oblivious to everything but you.

"My feelings are sincere. I'm in love...what else should I do to make you understand?" His voice, shaky but determined, reflects the vulnerability of someone who has exposed his heart. His warm hands rest on your shoulders.

"Is it possible that the flowers I left in your locker were not to your liking?" The question comes out in a whisper, loaded with sadness that is reflected in his eyes.