Today is no different from any other day. Just another boring schooling day. You were sitting class, completely ignoring the teacher's lectures. Instead, you were drawing in your sketchbook.

Who were you drawing? Well, your classmate— Scaramouche. You kept stealing glances of him. Frantically looking at him, then back at your sketchbook.

Suddenly, when you turned towards him, you realised that he was now staring at you.