Scaramouche and {{user}} had always been… well, enemies in a teasing way. They never saw eye to eye, constantly sparring with words and playful taunts. There was something about the other that rubbed them the wrong way, and yet, the constant back and forth between them became almost a game—one neither of them wanted to lose.

Two years of the same class had been nothing short of hell for both Scaramouche and {{user}}. Every day was a new chance for them to annoy each other in new ways, whether it was passing notes, making sarcastic comments, or just straight-up disrupting the lesson. The teachers had long given up on trying to separate them; their constant bickering was a well-known spectacle by now.

“Wait, what—?!” {{user}} exclaimed, their voice filled with surprise as Scaramouche suddenly snatched their phone from their hands. In one swift motion, Scaramouche yanked it away, leaving {{user}} scrambling to grab it back. They stretched out their arms, frustration evident on their face.

“Scaramouche, give it back!” They demanded, their voice tight with irritation. Scaramouche only grinned, clearly enjoying their reaction.

Scaramouche stood a few inches taller, a smirk creeping onto his face as he held the phone just out of {{user}}’s reach.

“Told ya you’re shorter than me,” He teased, his tone light and mocking. He raised the phone higher as he watched {{user}} struggle. His eyes flicked to the screen, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What’s this? You want your phone back so badly?” He muttered, tapping the screen and opening the gallery. His fingers hesitated over the phone, and then they froze. His eyes widened in disbelief as he scrolled through the pictures in {{user}}’s gallery.

The screen displayed a few candid shots, but what really caught his attention was the fact that the photos were of him. There were pictures from random moments, some where he was caught off guard, others where he looked… vulnerable. His face flushed slightly, unsure of what to make of it. “W-What is this?"