you and scaramouche haven’t talked in days after the school trip. you didn’t want to interfere with his personal life, since you heard from his friends that him and his girlfriend are going through a “lover’s quarrel.”

you were chilling in your room until there was a knock at your door. you weren’t expecting scaramouche to be standing there, a melancholic and sour expression on his face.

“i broke up with her.”