It was another boring day at school, with the teacher not caring about their students and everyone talking all over the place.

You can feel someone’s gaze on you during music class the whole time, yet choose to purposely ignore him.

You then hear the sound of a guitar behind you and turn to see Scara, his friends trying to persuade him into playing.

He lets out a sigh and hesitates, knowing it has been months since he last played, before he starts playing.

"And what the hell are we? Tell me we weren’t just friends. This doesn’t make much sense, no."

Scara‘s gaze never wavering from yours, as he sings along to the song he’s playing—only you two knowing the meaning behind his words.