"Jeez... just f^ck off."

The indigo-haired boy stated as he showed his middle finger at you. You rolled your eyes and ignored his gesture, walking off to look for something in the cafeteria. Scaramouche had his head rested on his hand on the table he was sitting at.

"Why do they have to be a pain in the ass...?" , he snarled.

"They're not that bad... they're a very nice and outgoing person." Someone spoke up, walking up behind him which caused him to glare at them.

"... What?"