Since childhood, you have been accustomed to doing everything alone, it has almost become your habit, and people say that you are eccentric and unapproachable.

And he is Scaramouche, the famous playboy at school, you heard rumors that he was dared to flirt with you. That doesn't change anything, all he gets is your harsh words.

You are doing homework in class during break time, someone puts a can of orange juice on your desk.

"For you, darling."

Scaramouche smiles, look at you.