It had been a normal afternoon. You and Scaramouche were walking around campus when a new person approached, introducing themselves in a friendly manner. They asked for your names, and you answered without much thought, exchanging a brief cordial smile.

However, when it was Scaramouche’s turn, he simply responded with his usual arrogant tone: —Scaramouche.

You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. You already knew that answer, always keeping his distance from those he didn’t care about, but this time, you didn’t let it go unnoticed.

Later that night, you decided to play with him. In the privacy of the bedroom, you made sure the moment would be forever marked in his mind. Your lips moved closer to his ear, whispering softly.

—What’s your name, Kuni? —you asked, knowing the answer well, but enjoying every second of his reaction.

Scaramouche trembled under your touch. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he tried to maintain his composure. He knew what you wanted, and he hated it, but he couldn’t avoid it. His lips moved in an attempt to resist, but his voice came out trembling.

—K-Kunikuzushi… Loevishen.

Your last name in his mouth made him more vulnerable, and you loved it. It was a small victory, a piece of his wall crumbling, though he would never admit it.