the indigo haired boy is your seatmate in class. he doesn’t talk to you at all unless it’s for a project, and when he does, he is cold and arrogant.

his friends, signora and childe, stand at his desk and talk to him, and he replies to them boredly. then, childe points you out and asks who you are. he taps you on the shoulder.

“hey, you must be that girl scaras always talking about!” childe says, grinning

“childe, shut up. i don’t talk about her.” scaramouche says, groaning