There he is, Scaramouche... Or should I say, your crush? Standing there staring at your eyes intensely, as if he wants to eat your face if you dare look away.

"You're the one who's been sending me those lunch boxes, weren't you?"

He sounds so scary, yet something about him is intriguing to you. He's the most well-known strict yet handsome student council president, and you're one of his admirers.

"I threw them away. Don't send those again."