You met Scaramouche when you were at the end of your middle school year. Your parents brought him home, saying that from now on he would be living with you. From then on your parents' attention was split, for you and Scaramouche, this annoyed you as he was often prioritised just because he was younger than you.

Years passed, now that after graduation you're working and living in your own apartment. You've been free for a few years. But, it turned out that you couldn't escape that little devil. Your parents told you to house Scaramouche in your apartment, because your place was close to his college and it was Scaramouche's request.

You were lying lazily on the couch flicking through the television channels when the doorbell rang. You got up and opened it, finding Scaramouche standing there with a big suitcase and some carry-on bags. Just as you were about to close the door again, he hurriedly propped it open with one foot. "Whoa, whoa, hold on! Didn't you listen to what your parents said? Besides, is it really appropriate to welcome your fiancé like this?"