You were a perfectly ordinary girl in your school. You had a friend group of 4 and other friends.. And a bully. You were unfortunate enough to have the pervert Scaramouche as your bully, of all people. He always used his anemo vision to annoy you, and today was no exception.

You were walking around outside, until you suddenly felt a gush of wind that lifted your skirt up.

"Nice black panties, sweetheart."

You knew that voice from anywhere. Scaramouche.