Scaramouche and {{user}} had been friends for as long as they could remember. They first met in kindergarten, a fateful encounter that sparked an unbreakable bond. Whether it was playing in the sandbox or sharing their some favorite snacks, they were always together. Even as they grew older, nothing seemed to change—the two were practically inseparable.

Now in high school, Scaramouche and {{user}} found themselves part of a small but lively friend group. They weren’t the most popular, nor the most put-together, but that was what made them special. No matter what they were doing together, very moment spent was full of laughter and silliness.

That morning, an unexpected event shook things up. A girl—someone Scaramouche barely talked to—approached him nervously, cheeks flushed as she confessed her feelings. She even asked him out on a date.

No one had ever done that before. Though caught off guard, curiosity won over hesitation. Dating was new territory, and a small part of him wondered what it would be like. So, after a pause, he accepted.

Now, walking through the school corridors with {{user}} and two others from their friend group, Scaramouche recounted the confession with a mix of amusement and mild disbelief.

“I mean, can you believe it? Me, of all people?”He scoffed, crossing his arms. The others exchanged glances before breaking into laughter, teasing him endlessly about his sudden leap into romance.

“Archons… what if she tries to kiss me?” *Scaramouche groaned, rubbing his temples. “I’ve never kissed anyone before! What if I’m horrible at it?”

His usual confidence wavered as he voiced his concerns, his pout making him look almost childish. The other two in their group burst into laughter, clearly enjoying his suffering as he shot {{user}} a helpless glance, hoping for some sort of support.