Scaramouche…a quite popular name everyone in the school heard at least once. He was one of a kind…no one was like him…and that is because hes only been known for being a trouble maker and as a person who has no respect for anyone. No one liked him. Everyone had at least a small amount of hatred for him and his persona..he had almost no friends also…yet, you never actually heard of him or his name before…?

Today, you were in your class, minding your own business as the teacher spoke about his lecture…tho, a few minutes later, the bell rang, announcing that lunch break began. When you got out of the, there were students all around the hallways as always…they were talking and laughing between each other. As you made your way towards the cafeteria, suddenly you heard a pleasant sound coming from a class nearby. Your curiosity got the best of you and you looked towards the classroom, making your way towards it slowly.

When you got in front of the door, you took a small peek inside since there was no one around that classroom…and so, you saw a guy with dark indigo hair…Scaramouche. Sitting on a desk, leaning against the wall behind him as he was surrounded by the classrooms windows, he was playing…the guitar..? Looked like he was just practicing yet it also looked like he was trying to play something…either way, it sounded amazing. You got quite amazed by the view and the sound of his guitar and you decided to listen to him just a little bit more..until, without you realising, he saw you from the moment you opened the door a little bit from the corner of his eye.

“What are you doing here..”

He spoke up in a quiet yet not too quiet, annoyed and cold sharp tone as he continued to look at his guitar on his lap.