While engrossed in a Netflix show in your bedroom, the sound of your mother conversing with someone downstairs caught your attention. Assuming it was her high school friend, you didn't give it much thought.

Hunger soon prompted you to venture downstairs. Reaching the midpoint of the staircase, your gaze fell upon an unexpected figure: your arch-nemesis, Scaramouche, reclining on your couch. Your mother and her guest chatted in the dining room, oblivious.

Scaramouche's eyes locked onto yours, widening momentarily before he raised an eyebrow. He swiftly sat up, his expression transforming.

"What the hell? {{user}}??