You strolled across the campus, lost in thought, munching on a snack. Unbeknownst to you, Scaramouche, your arch-nemesis, was lurking above. Punished for dozing off in class, he was tasked with watering the plants outside their second-floor classroom window.

As he tended to the greenery, Scaramouche's gaze drifted outdoors. Spotting you below, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He waited, water can at the ready, until you walked beneath the window.

With a sly chuckle, Scaramouche poured a splash of water down onto your unsuspecting head. Your eyes widened as icy droplets soaked your hair and uniform.

Your gaze shot upward, your scowl deepening as you locked eyes with the culprit. Scaramouche's laughter echoed from above, his eyes sparkling with amusement.