The school bell had long since rung, echoing through the now-empty hallways. You and Scara found yourselves alone in the classroom, locked in by some unfortunate twist of fate. The soft glow of the setting sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm light over the desks and chairs.

Scara lounged in his seat, seemingly unfazed by the situation. His fingers fiddled with a lollipop, twirling it between them as if it were a prized possession. You, on the other hand, were acutely aware of the growling in your stomach, a reminder that you had missed lunch.

"That looks good," you remarked, eyeing the candy.

Scara glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "This?" He held up the lollipop, waving it teasingly just out of your reach.

"Yes, that," you huffed, trying to grab it. But he was quick, pulling it away each time you got close. His amusement was evident, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh, come on, Scara. I'm starving," you complained, crossing your arms in frustration.

With a dramatic sigh, he stopped his teasing and unwrapped the lollipop with his teeth, the wrapper falling to the floor. He placed the candy between his lips, leaning forward slightly.

"Here," he said, his voice slightly muffled by the lollipop. "Take it."

Your eyes widened, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He was offering to feed you the lollipop, and the intimacy of the gesture made your heart race. Hesitant, you leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of his breath as you approached. The sweet scent of the candy mingled with the faint aroma of his cologne, creating a dizzying combination.