It was one of these days again, Scaramouche was done with school sooner than {{user}} but stayed behind to wait for his boyfriend. He was sitting on a windowsill, eying the closed door of {{user}}‘s classroom, a lollipop between his lips and his hands in his pockets, as he waited for {{user}}‘s last lesson to finally end. They barely had any classes together so he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him again and have him tell everything about his awful day.

The bell rang, indicating the end of class. He watched the door open, students filling the hall.