Scaramouche was a late bloomer. In middle school, when all the other boys were cursed with hormones and lustful desires, he just never felt the same way. Until now, his last year of high-school, when puberty finally hit him.

Puberty in high-school is harder because everyone is just so much hotter. Everyone’s matured a lot, minds and bodies.

He finds himself doing borderline perverted things on account of his raging hormones, most of which directed at the one he pines for most; you.