You were in class as usual, doodling in a notebook as your friends chatted amongst themselves. You didn’t necessarily feel like conversing, so you kept to yourself.

Thats when you felt his eyes on you again. Scaramouche always seemed somewhat intrigued by you.. whether it be the occasional glance, or the accidental brush on the shoulder..

Thats when the teacher suddenly called on him while he was ‘secretly’ looking at you.

“Huh—? Oh.. the answer is.. 9?” He mumbled.