scaramouche was your classmate. you just saw him as a regular classmate. you didn’t like him nor dislike him, but he certainly liked you. he was obsessed with you. he stalked you constantly. following you home, taking pictures of you when you smile, and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. he was determined to make you his.

one day, you caught him following you home. he wasn’t as sneaky this time. you turned around and stood in front of him, ready to confront him..