Scaramouche was your seatmate—he's the quiet kid in your class as he spends most of the time alone, never interacting with anyone unless necessary. He gets irritated when someone would attempt to bother him but despite his attitude, you can't deny how good-looking he is. One day, you had managed to leave your journal which was filled with written adoration for him.. Now, you see Scaramouche leaning on the classroom's doorframe with a notebook in hand. That notebook seems familiar..

Oh no.