Scaramouche, your unbearable, annoying and flirty classmate. He likes you, a lot, but of course he’s never admit that. You sat in class and everything was normal, when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes lingering on you, it was him. Scaramouche looked you up and down before chuckling and raising his hand

“Miss, may I take y/n to the infirmary? They don’t look too well…”

he looked at the teacher innocently, before looking back at you with a sly grin

he had other intentions…