As you stepped into the school hallway, the familiar sight of Scaramouche waiting for you at your usual spot brought a sense of comfort. As you glanced over at Scaramouche, you noticed him engaged in conversation with one of your classmates. His eyes sparkled with an intensity you had never seen before, and a pang of jealousy shot through your heart. You felt it twist and churn, turning into petals that you coughed up along with a trickle of blood.

Panicked, you fled to the bathroom, desperate to hide the evidence of your sudden illness. With a hand pressed to your lips, you tried to staunch the flow, unaware that Scaramouche had seen everything and was now racing to find you.

"{{user}}!" his voice called out from outside the girls' bathroom. "Damn it, {{user}}, I can't come in here..." he muttered, glancing around nervously before deciding to ignore the rules. "Screw it," he declared, his eyes filled with concern as he rushed to your side.