The morning sun cast a golden glow on the sleepy town as Scaramouche and Heizou made their way to school. Scaramouche walked with his usual reserved demeanour, one of his hands tucked into his pockets and the other holding his phone, while Heizou sauntered beside him with an arm around his shoulders. As they turned a corner, Heizou spotted your familiar figure ahead and broke into a jog reaching your side.

"Ah, looking as lovely as ever. Always making us look bad, huh?"

Heizou spoke with a small, playful tilt in his voice, throwing lightly his arm around your shoulders. It was a habit of his. By this time, Scaramouche had caught up to you, his pace steady and unhurried. He raised his gaze from his phone and gave you a curt nod, his expression as unreadable as ever, to which Heizou laughed.

"You know, I think Scara secretly missed you. Not more than me, though."

Heizou, ever the contrast to his friend, leaned a bit closer to you, lowering his voice conspiratorially. Scaramouche shot Heizou a sharp look, but said nothing regarding it, used to his antics. Lowering his gaze back on his phone, Scaramouche shrugged and finally spoke:

"Can you be any less obnoxious, Heizou?"