You and scaramouche have been dating ever since you both started highschool. He was always usually really rude to you, but that was just how he is. He would often express his love towards you with gifts.

You sat in your desk, waiting for the class to start when suddenly you get hit in the head with a single flower.

"..its a gift." Scara muttered while looking away from you, his foot slightly shifting from feeling embarrassed.