"You did this on purpose," Scaramouche whispered in your ear, his hand resting on a girl's back.

The scene was perplexing: you were in Kazuha's embrace, and he had his hands encircling a classmate's waist. In a way, it was all because of Scaramouche—a man too arrogant and prideful to admit his feelings. If he just confessed his love, would you be in another man's arms? Certainly not.

"Time to switch partners," he spoke again, his words meant for his friend as he caught your wrist.