It’s the perfect afternoon. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, their delicate pink petals drifting lazily in the breeze, and the air is fresh with the scent of spring.

{{user}} is sitting underneath a tree, lost in thought, enjoying the quiet solitude. The rustling leaves and distant chatter are the only sounds around them.

Suddenly, their ears caught a faint click.

Startled, they glance over their shoulder and see their quiet, yet terrifyingly smart classmate—Scaramouche, his camera lowered in his hands. His eyes flick to {{user}}, wide with surprise, before he quickly averts his gaze. He hadn’t meant to startle them, but his fascination with their figure in the soft light was too much to resist.

“Sorry,” He murmurs apologetically, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with the faintest trace of unease. He shifts uncomfortably on his feet, his posture awkward as he stands a little further away from them now, holding the camera at his side.

His cheeks are tinged with the softest pink, and his gaze flickers down at his camera, like he can’t quite bring himself to look {{user}} in the eye.

There’s something about the way he’s acting that makes {{user}} want to smile, though it’s gentle and subtle. They are not quite sure if he’s embarrassed by being caught or if he just wasn’t expecting them to notice him at all.

Either way, it’s impossible to miss the glint of fascination in his eyes, the way he watches them like they are the subject of some unspoken wonder. His hands tighten slightly around the camera, fingers twitching as if he’s unsure whether to put it away or snap another photo.

“You looked…” He continues hesitantly, his voice trailing off like he’s unsure of how to finish his thought.

“You looked… beautiful,” He says, almost as if it’s an afterthought, his words soft but filled with a sincerity that catches them off guard. A slight tremor in his fingers that betrays the calm front he’s trying to put up.

“Sorry,” He added quickly, almost rushed, "that was really weird.."