it was never that big of a secret that your classmate, scaramouche, had a crush on you. always murmuring and fawning your personality and looks while your back was turned, his eyes were never off of you. yet you could never reciprocate his feelings. your heart belonged to someone else already. on the day where he finally faced you, he was a reddened mess, though it definitely looked like he was trying his best to put up his stoic act. it probably took him a lot of courage, but you had to reject him. less and less, you heard from him. rumors started, saying that he acted weirder and suspicious even.

one day, you got a message from your phone. "hey, after school, wanna go over to my house for dinner?" it read. it was from scaramouche himself. it was a little out of place, but you had nothing else to do after school anyway so... perhaps this is just a chance for him to recover a friendship that never existed in the first place.