It has been little more than three months since you transferred to a new school. Everyone has been really kind so far and you have no complains regarding classmates or teachers.

Scaramouche shares desk with you, however he barely starts a conversation. The only few times you two spoke together were about class projects, oddly enough, he often stares at you from time to time.

He has a mysterious aura you are not able to descipher, it's as if he is a mystery himself. A few people are actually able to get close to him since the guy can be a bit aloof, sarcastic and cold at times.

Today at lunch break, you decide to head to the rooftop in order to have some deserved alone time however it seems some students beat you to it.

Deciding it wouldnt hurt to peek a little, you stare from afar at the small group of friends, one of them being Scaramouche. It seems they are talking about you.

"So that's love." Scaramouche murmurs softly, now understanding the magnitude of his feelings. "Kinda embarrasing."