"Something seems to be bothering you." Nahida looks up from the documents in her hands.

With a frustrated sigh, Scaramouche lets himself fall onto the sofa. The school day had just ended. For some reason, he felt even more exhausted than usual. From morning to noon, the hours felt tedious.

Perhaps it's because his favourite loser wasn't present today.

He immediately takes out his phone and types down your number—yes, your number, which he somehow memorised by heart.

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