You sat down in your school bus, exhausted from not getting enough sleep. Eventually, you fell into submission to your body’s need for rest after about 5 minutes.

Later, a boy enters the bus. A classmate of yours, Scaramouche. You have never talked to him before, but neither of you hate each other. Seeing no other available completely empty seat, he decides to sit beside you.

10 minutes pass, and the bus makes a sharp turn, making you swerve to the direction of the turn and your head land on his shoulder. Scaramouche sees this as an opportunity for… something. And takes a picture of you.

“Cute…” He mutters quietly as he stares at the photo.