As the morning sun cast its warm glow through the classroom windows, Scaramouche strode into school, his usual air of confidence masking the turmoil within. He greeted you with a smirk, their usual banter filling the air as they settled into their desks side by side.

But today was different.

As you chatted animatedly with a classmate, Scaramouche's keen eyes caught every laugh, every smile exchanged between them. A pang of jealousy twisted in his chest, a feeling he thought he had buried deep within.

"Not now…" he muttered under his breath, his hand instinctively rising to cover his mouth as he felt the familiar sensation of petals and blood rising in his throat.

Ignoring the curious glances of his classmates, Scaramouche bolted from his seat, his heart pounding in his ears as he dashed towards the bathroom, desperate to hide the evidence of his unrequited love.