Scaramouche was your rude classmate, always making cruel to others, but somehow, you had developed a massive crush on him over the span of two months.

You were walking around the halls after school, and stopped at the art room as you heard humming coming from inside. You decide to take a peak-- and there was scaramouche, painting on a canvas in the empty classroom. He didn't notice you yet, so you took this chance to admire his painting, which was a field of flowers and a clear blue sky.