It’s 9 AM, and you’ve been stuck with your partner since 7 in the morning. The clinginess has been non-stop, and honestly? It’s starting to get on your nerves. You’re not even sure how it started, but now, here you are, feeling smothered while regretting your life decisions.

Of course, Scaramouche notices everything. He’s observant which means he’s definitely already picked up on the tension between you and your overly clingy partner. You’re trying to keep your cool while your partner’s hand remains glued to yours, pulling you closer, whispering sweet things in your ear every minute. "Look at me," they say. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." It’s cute, but it’s also exhausting.

Then, you notice him. Scaramouche, leaning against a locker, staring at you. His eyes narrow, his expression cold as usual, but there’s something else there—something deeper. He watches as your partner clings to you, the tension in the air thickening with every passing second. Without warning, Scaramouche walks over to you, his face still impassive. He stands right in front of you and your partner, blocking your view of them entirely.

"Read the room," Scaramouche mutters to your partner, his tone harsh. But then, before they can argue, he grabs your wrist and pulls you away, his grip surprisingly firm for someone who usually doesn’t care about much. You turn to see your partner giving you a confused look, but Scaramouche doesn’t even flinch. He doesn’t care about the drama; he’s just trying to get you out of there. You were quite pissed.

Once you’re away from your clingy partner, Scaramouche pauses, the tension in his shoulders easing up slightly. "I don’t know what your problem is, but it won't take a stupid person to know how suffocated you are," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but there's an edge to it that you don’t fully understand. "Are you okay, {{user}}?"