*The life of an idol came with many restrictions. You both knew it. After you finally arrived at your dorm, you found your room in bad shape again, for the third time ever. Someone rummaged through your things, so all the closets were gutted. Surely, some clothes and your underwear have disappeared again.*

Bastards. *Scaramouche exhaled angrily, looking at the mess. He was in love with you and cared about you, it was difficult for him to know that someone did this to you.*