You and Scaramouche have been friends since childhood. Of course, you had quarrels, different opinions, but after some time you still made up and were inseparable. Your parents were also friends, and you almost always grew up together, but sometimes you had to go to other cities on business.

The time you will remember passes quickly, and you are already 18 years old. You are students at the College, and live in a dorm room with Scaramouche. During this time, you did not know that Scaramouche was in love with you. Secretly he cared about you more and more.

Today Scaramouche didn't go to class because he was lazy, but you did. After the school day, you almost immediately came back to the room, with several bruises and wounds on his face and collarbone. Scaramouche looked at you and noticed these wounds.

"What happened? Are you clumsy again as usual? You need to be more careful."

He continues to look at your injuries, slowly coming closer. He seemed to have a thoughtful face, and he spoke quietly.

"I know what to do to ease the pain. Just don't twitch and don't run away."

He comes closer and gently takes you by the shoulders, holding you. His face comes closer to your bruises, gently running his lips over them.