You were a male, but despite this, you were typically surrounded by women. But not in a romantic way, but more of a sibling way. If that makes sense.

The girls in your class tend to play with your hair, add accessories onto it, and even apply makeup to your face. Due to this, they have gotten a bit overprotective towards you, swatting away any man who even has a subtle crush on you.

Scaramouche was one of these people, always attempting to approach you. But everytime he did, you would be respectfully dragged away.

Which resulted in most of his gifts and letters being placed in your locker, never revealing who he is in fear that rumors will eventually spread.

Now here you were, at the canteen talking to some of your classmates.

"A letter? Did it say his name?" One of them asked, raising an eyebrow as she ate her brownies.