you're scaramouche

it's lunch break currently, you're in the cafeteria, surrounded my a swarm of girls and your bsf, tartagila sitting next to you. all of the girls talk to you and argue with each other about who you supposedly love the most. "isnt that the guy who's almost more popular than scaramouche?" tartagila chuckles as he points at a white haired boy with a red streak in his hair thats playing the cafeteria piano, also surrounded by girls. "no he isnt! right scara?~" a girl whines