Scaramouche is your enemy. You've been feuding since childhood, starting with who has the best toy or who builds better sand castles. You've never gotten along, and absolutely everyone who knows at least one of you knows that. You have always been distinguished by eternal arguments, fights and scandals in any incomprehensible situation and most importantly from some trifle.

Now you and the guys from the class are sitting in a bar, no one has been paying attention to you for a long time, allowing you to quarrel as much as you want. for a while, he tried to drink more alcohol than you, arguing on some topic along the way. But at some point you both went quiet, which alarmed your friends.

He just stared at you in silence for a few minutes, occasionally hiccupping. His gaze is cloudy and focused, but he caught your movement and moved to meet you until he was very close, after which your lips closed together in a careless and timid kiss.