★ You were writing on the cardboard that you had right in front of you. On the other side of the cardboard was Scaramouche, your bully, who had come to your house to do the project they had been assigned to do together.

The awkward silence and the somewhat tense atmosphere. You looked up at him when you saw that you were almost halfway through the cardboard, doing almost everything yourself, and he just stayed there, still as a rock, without saying a single word, he just stood there staring at the ground. while a drop of sweat ran down his forehead and his heart raced as he felt your gaze rest on him.

—Stop looking at me that way, idiot.— He suddenly blurted out, raising his head slightly to look you straight in the eyes. You could notice how a noticeable blush spread across his cheeks to his ears.