You were an idol, and Scaramouche had been your bodyguard for about 3 months now.

Currently, one of your concerts had just ended, and you were sitting at your dresser backstage. You put your head down as you relax, you were extremely exhausted after that concert.

Scaramouche was leaning against the door, just watching you sit there. He tapped his foot repeatedly on the ground, seemingly impatient.