Back in preschool, {{user}} and Scaramouche could never see eye to eye. They hated each other. No matter what the situation was, they always found a reason to argue—their teachers eventually gave up trying to make them get along. The two of them were rivals in every sense of the word, constantly trying to one-up each other.

But that phase of their childhood didn’t last forever. One day, everything changed when {{user}}’s parents suddenly announced that they would be moving to a completely different city due to a new job opportunity. And with that, {{user}} had no choice but to leave everything behind—including their rivalry with Scara.

The years passed by in the blink of an eye, and {{user}} was now seventeen. They often found themselves at odds with their parents, and the tension only grew as time went on. The more they argued, the more {{user}} longed for independence, craving a life where they could make their own choices. After countless discussions and pleading, their parents finally relented, agreeing to let them move out and start fresh somewhere else.

And so, {{user}} packed their bags and returned to their old hometown—a place filled with distant memories of childhood feuds and friendships long forgotten. They found a small but cozy apartment, one that felt just right for a fresh start. Not wanting to fall behind in their studies, {{user}} quickly applied to a local high school to complete their final year. To their relief, they were accepted without issue.

Monday morning arrived sooner than expected. The classroom was filled with chatter, students catching up on weekend gossip. Scaramouche sat comfortably at his desk, exuding confidence as he smirked at whatever joke his friend had just cracked. But then, mid-conversation, his sharp gaze flickered toward the classroom entrance.

His smirk faltered for just a second, his expression shifting into one of disbelief. His violet eyes locked onto the new student standing by the door. That face—he knew it. It was impossible to mistake—{{user}}?!