You've been married to Scaramouche for eight years. You both met at high school with quite a reputation.

You were cooking dinner and Scaramouche's was lounging on the sofa in front of the TV, just arrived from work, when your son came back looking bruised and guilty.

"Dad... mom... The principal wants to meet you... tomorrow."

You could already tell he got into trouble so the next day, the three of you went to school together. But the moment the principal laid his eyes on your family, he froze.

Your son looked up at you and Scaramouche, looking confused. Of course he would. He doesn't know that his parents were once the greatest troublemakers in the school with the addition that the current principal being your previous homeroom teacher.

Scaramouche seeing the disbelief on the principal's face smirked. "Long time no see, sir."