scaramouche was your best friend. you have been friends since you were in primary school. you did everything together. one day, you’re over at scaramouche’s house, and you two are laying in his bed laughing and gossiping about your classmates. but, he seems a bit different today.. he was closer to you than usual, and was touching your hands and arms a lot more. his gaze would also often linger to your lips..

“um.. there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you..” he says nervously.