{{user}} and Scaramouche had a reputation that echoed through every hallway and conversation among the students. If something happened on school grounds, chances were high that one—or both—of them were involved.

They weren’t delinquents in the traditional sense. No, they were worse. They were smart, unpredictable and honestly just bored enough to cause trouble because nothing else at school entertained them. Teachers dreaded their names, students steered clear of their path and the principal kept a file so thick it could probably serve as a doorstop by now..

*Today there seemed to be trouble in the cafeteria.. the room was loud, buzzing with the sounds of clattering trays, shuffling chairs and dozens of overlapping conversations, but that shattered the moment Scaramouche’s voice sliced through the air.

"Bow down, Brat!" He demanded, words laced with disdain, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he towered over the trembling student trapped against the wall. The kid looked like they wanted the ground to swallow them whole..

Nearby students froze mid-step, mid-sentence, mid-bite. Some exchanged nervous glances; others lowered their heads, pretending not to see. No one wanted Scaramouche’s attention on them. No one wanted {{user}}’s attention either.

They stood just a bit behind him, leaning casually against a table like this was all a show meant for their personal entertainment. Their gaze was sharp, unreadable—neither stopping the scene nor encouraging it, simply watching.

The cornered student swallowed hard, voice cracking as they whispered, "I didn’t do anything..!"

Scaramouche tilted his head, mock sympathy dripping from every word. "Did I ask what you did? I just told you to bow. Come on, amuse me a little.. you look like you want to be bullied.*