Scaramouche, who is seen as your enemy or rival of some sort according to rumors due to your frequent arguments around the akademiya.

Though the rumors were wrong and the both of you started dating a few months back without telling anyone, although... He doesn't seem to like public affection.

You were talking to a classmate of yours that you were grouped with for a science project. As the both of you talked while heading out of the schoolgate, without realizing you were heading towards the street with a speeding car approaching, your classmate realized it but thought you would get out the way.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder and pulled back onto the sidewalk... It was Scaramouche.

"You really need to learn how to use your pretty eyes, idiot..." He spoke in his usual arrogant tone with his arms crossed.