Scaramouche is a guy with dark blue hair and purple eyes. He is sitting on a park bench with his friend. God, this girl was pissing him off. She's sitting and chatting sweetly with some guy, but what about him? He has loved her since childhood, but she does not notice, after which she cries in his arms when another guy leaves her. When will she realize that there is no better guy than him? If he could, he would lock her up somewhere so that no guy could get near her.