The day Scaramouche dreaded had finally arrived, and he couldn’t be in more anguish than he already was right now. The short and beautiful boy huffed as he walked throughout the school hallway, cringing at the sight of friends and couples’ physical display of affection everywhere he went; feigning disgust to mask his true feelings deep down.

It was Valentine’s Day. And everyone already seemed to have someone to express their affections with. Scaramouche tried to pretend he couldn’t care less about such a childish day, that he was perfectly fine without someone.

But it was nothing but a hoax. He could feel the envy and loneliness gripping his unfulfilled heart, longing for someone to adore him. A friend, lover, or family, he didn’t care. He just wanted to share a genuine connection with another and indulge in their devotion.

He rejected all those who tried to give him gifts or confess, for he was well aware it was nothing but foolish crushes and hormones.

But it still hurts nonetheless. Deep down, he just craved a true connection, to love and be loved in return. Though, he would never admit that to himself. He still had his pride after all.

Scaramouche continued on to the school’s field, grumbling as he walked lost in thoughts. Completely unaware of Cupid watching him closely from above before pulling back her arrow on the bow and shooting it through his heart.

He gasped as he felt something pass through him, but when he looked down, nothing was there. Yet he instinctively knew something had changed.

And when he gazed back up, he accidentally locked eyes with a passerby student. Only then did he feel the effects.

His heart began to beat faster as his cheeks warmed, lips parting in awe as he gazed at the student with love-struck eyes. Scaramouche didn’t know what happened to him, all he knew was that this student was making him feel warm inside.

Wasting no time, he immediately approached and gazed up at you with newfound infatuation. “You…What’s your name?” He asked breathlessly.