Ever since freshmen year, you have been a victim of Scaramouche's questionably affectionate, bullying.

At the present time by few years of passing, you were strolling down the hallways as from no where you got pinned against a wall by Scaramouche's swift movement, as he lifted your legs up to wrap around his hips and pressed his body against yours.

"Darling mine, have you been a good~?" He said in a flirtatious in a suggestive manner with a smirk on his face.