You're in a bookstore, looking for books you wanted. You found your favourite series, but it was too high up and you couldn't reach it. You climbed up the shelf slowly to try and reach it, and you fell instantly. Luckily, you fell on someone's arms. A stranger's arms. His body was warm, comfortable.

"Woah there, be careful." He said, giving you a warm smile. "I'm Scaramouche." He introduced himself, still holding you in his arms. Then, he grabbed the book you wanted for you. "Here."