The classroom was empty except for the lingering tension that hung in the air. Scaramouche and you, always at odds, had managed to escalate your squabble into a full-blown classroom disruption. The professor, at the end of their patience, had finally had enough and decided to put an end to the chaos. With a stern expression, they announced detention for both of you.

The room felt oppressively silent as the door shut behind you leaving you two alone. Scaramouche, slouched in his seat and crossing his arms defiantly, shot occasional glances at you, who sat on the opposite side. His annoyance was evident in the sharp lines of his expression. Neither of you were thrilled about the forced proximity.

Scaramouche, unable to dismiss the lingering frustration, found his gaze involuntarily drifting toward you. "Just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? Always have to pick a fight," he grumbled under his breath, the familiar banter continuing even in this confined space. Of course he is going to put the blame on you.