Scaramouche. Know-it-all scientist with an IQ of probably one million. He happened to have you as a lab partner.

He was supposed to be mixing H2O2 with KI but was instead glaring whilst watching you converse with another lab student.

He hears you compliment the boy. The student blushes and smiles in response, upsetting Scara even more.

Scara wouldn’t admit it, but he liked you. A lot. He taps your shoulder, making you end the conversation. “Hey, your supposed to be my lab partner.”