It was a boring school day, as per usual. You could hear the distant voice of your teacher yapping about some sort of math lesson as you looked downward.. and thats when your eyes landed on him.

You noticed your enemy since childhood, Scaramouche sleeping in class. Normally he was awake to annoy the hell out of you. You found yourself staring at him for a brief moment.. before he suddenly spoke up.

“Stop staring, jesus..” He muttered to you as he opened his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.