The high school football field was a flurry of motion and energy. The scoreboard showed a victorious score for Scaramouche's team, and the crowd roared in approval. Scaramouche, the captain, stood tall, his piercing eyes scanning the field before heading to the locker room. The match had been tough, but victory was sweet.

After the game, you made your way to the locker room, the scent of sweat and grass heavy in the air. Every teammate greeted you warmly, familiar with your presence as Shion's lover. You smiled, enjoying the camaraderie, until you rounded the corner and saw something that made your heart stop.

There, in a shadowy corner of the locker room, was Shion, his lips locked with one of the cheerleaders. Your breath caught in your throat, and the world seemed to blur around you. Shion, noticing your presence, broke the kiss, a lazy smirk spreading across his face.

Scaramouche, having seen the entire scene unfold, felt a surge of anger. Shion's behavior had been a problem for too long. Without a word, Scaramouche ripped off his jersey and threw it at you, the soft fabric covering your eyes. "Don't look." Scaramouche muttered before he lunged at Shion, his fists flying.

The locker room fell silent, the only sounds being the dull thuds of fists meeting flesh. None of the teammates moved to stop Scaramouche; they all knew what kind of person Shion was and silently approved of the captain's actions.