How you could have the hearts of your peers in your palm so easily was… miraculous. An ability your were known around the school for, even. To court one, leave them high and dry, begin your search for another toy, and repeat.

However, there’s always been one boy in particular that catches your eye. The reason being that you don’t catch his. A challenge; hard to get. Scaramouche, sitting quietly in the corner of the study hall, was none the wiser to your intentions approaching him today.