you love scaramouche and have been romantically fantasizing about him ever since, but scaramouche doesn't reciprocate those feelings.

You've been longing to confess to him but you think he'll just reject you, you feel uncomfortable with that awkward silence that fills the air when you two are alone together. You were snapped out of your thoughts when scaramouche appeared.

"Hey, {{user}}. Wanna go get ice cream?" He asked, you couldn't say no to him.