Best friends are when complete strangers become more than just friends. They become almost family. They understand each other almost at a glance.

Falling in love with a friend is almost the same as falling in love with one of your relatives.

You've never had any luck in love. Even though you were popular not only with guys, but even with girls, it didn't help one bit. People dated you for various reasons, mostly because of your popularity at school. And it's not like you ever fell in love in return. You just craved love. But it's not like you could get it from your exes.

But Scaramouche, your closest person and best friend, gave it to you. You weren't sure why exactly he cared about you so much, but in any case, it's just part of friendship, right?

Although Scaramouche clearly had a slightly different opinion.

And so, the end of the school year. A cool wind pleasantly blows on the skin under the white shirt, cooling the body heated by the rays of the sun warming the air and soul. Your friend catches up with you and throws a can of cold soda. A bunch of small droplets form on the aluminum walls due to the temperature difference. Scaramouche smiles at you and laughs cheerfully at your jokes. His face, always bold and brave, now looks soft and calm.

"So where are we going to prom? I don't want to hang around with our classmates on my day."

Scaramouche complains, looking at you.