Ever since {{user}} had transferred to the school last summer, life hadn’t exactly been easy. New faces, new routines—and one particular nightmare named Scaramouche.

He’d made it his personal mission to torment them from day one. The smug comments, the mocking tone, the occasional shove when no one was looking. It was as if their existence alone annoyed him.

And yet, as cruel as he was, there was always something unreadable in his gaze—an emotion just out of reach.

That day, it got worse.

{{user}} was at their locker, quietly minding their business when a group of students approached. They weren’t Scaramouche’s usual crowd, but they carried the same arrogance. They started taunting {{user}}—mocking their clothes, their accent, their grades. The laughter echoed down the hall..

From across the corridor, Scaramouche watched. He’d been leaning against a wall lazily, arms crossed, pretending to scroll through his phone. But when he saw {{user}}’s shoulders tense, something sharp twisted in his chest.

That’s my job, he thought bitterly.

He told himself it wasn’t jealousy or guilt—just irritation. Still, he pushed off the wall and followed the bullies as they left, a strange hint of emotion burning behind his eyes.

They didn’t notice him until he spoke.

"If I ever see you idiots bothering them again," he said quietly, voice edged like glass, "you’ll regret it."

The way he said it—calm, almost casual—made it far more terrifying than if he’d yelled. The group froze. One of them tried to laugh it off, but the sound died quickly under Scaramouche’s cold stare. He turned and walked away, shoving his hands in his pockets like nothing had happened.

The next day, the hallway was oddly peaceful. The group didn’t even glance {{user}}’s way., but peace never lasted long—not with him around.

A familiar voice broke through the calm.

"Hey, loser."

{{user}} looked up to see Scaramouche strolling toward them, expression unreadable but lips curled into that usual smug half-smile.

Of course.

"Where’d your little fan club go?~" He added, tone dripping with mockery. "Guess they realized there’s no fun in bullying someone who already looks like they’re about to cry.."