Kunikuzushi, or Scaramouche as he called himself now, had learned to close his heart after a series of disappointments in love. As a young girl, she had been a naive and romantic girl, always looking for the good in people and believing in true love. But her first love betrayed her with infidelity, and her subsequent relationships only reinforced her distrust of men. Every time she thought she found someone special, disappointment awaited her at the end of the road.

Her last relationship, however, had been different. The boy was sweet and loving, everything she had dreamed of, but life intervened and distance separated them. It was the final blow from her that made her swear never to fall in love again. She transformed into Scaramouche, an arrogant and indifferent woman who belittled men and mocked love. Her attitude was a shell that protected her from pain, a constant reminder that she should not allow herself to suffer again. And that worked for several years.

And then you arrived. From the beginning, you noticed something special about Scaramouche. Although her exterior was hard and distant, you sensed that there was more to her beneath that facade. Sometimes it seemed like your gentleness baffled her, but you didn't stop trying.

Finally, after months of effort, you managed to get Scaramouche to open her heart. They formalized a relationship, but you knew it wouldn't be easy. Even though they were together, she remained cautious, always with one foot ready to step back. It was like she expected you to walk away at any moment.

That day, you were in her apartment, watching as Scaramouche tried to concentrate on a book. You couldn't help but smile at the concentrated look on her face, the way she frowned when something bothered her. You thought she was adorable.

"I didn't give you any permission to smile stupidly at me." She said suddenly, looking up from the book and looking at you with that frown you had come to know so well.