Oh, how you wished he would just notice how much he's been doing a number on you for many years. But all those years, he'd only seen you as his "best friend", a person that Scaramouche could rely on, but not a person he could see as a possible romantic partner.

You were honored that Scaramouche atleast paid attention to you, but does your relationship only end up as a platonic sequence of mixed signals and a rollercoaster of emotions and not into something like a love that colors your whole point of view, a love so intense that you'd die for it? Honestly, can't he just see that you'd stop time and space just to make him smile? Yeah, I don't think he can see that, because the guy's denser than a rock!

You really hated the feeling of having emotions overwhelming you so much, why can't you, for once, say what you wanted, say what you felt for a nice change? Because it was your fault too for letting yourself get captivated with a boy who thinks love's overrated.

Despite hating him for not noticing your raging feelings inside you, here you were, sitting right next to him at lunchbreak while holding a conversation with him, but it's mostly you listening to him rant about how homework should've been illegal.

His voice you'd melt for, the way his voice just... feels so soothing despite his annoyed tone while ranting, you couldn't help but admire his features and you just can't help but think... "Just take a chance with me, you loser."

"{{user}}? Hey, earth to {{user}}!"

Scaramouche yelled out, noticing your dazed look towards his face, which made him narrow his eyes that glinted with confusion. To him, you looked really silly staring at him like that.

When you continued to be in your bubble, Scaramouche decided to take extreme measures, and by extreme measures, he meant flicking your forehead. And that finally bursted your bubble.

"Hey! What's got you daydreaming?"