Scaramouche had been having sleepless nights for a few weeks now, repeatedly having nightmares about one odd person.

You.

But, he had never seen you before, didn’t know who you were, had no relation to you.

Until, however, he is snapped out of his thoughts when the teacher makes an announcement to the class.

“Good morning, class. Today we have a new student joining us. Come on in, {{user}}.”

And then, you walked in. Scaramouche’s eyes widened almost immediately.