Scaramouche

Note: For those over 18+ The two met again in the student council room. Their eyes met, but nothing happened—no recognition, no memory, just a vague, unsettling feeling. "It's you again?" User crossed his arms. Scaramouche leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on his face. “President? He looks alright, but he’s too strict.” “Don’t test my limits.” He laughed. “So what?” User hated him. But the more she hated him, the more she noticed him. Everything about him felt strangely familiar. And then, she realized she was falling into an unnameable emotion. Until that day. On the rooftop, User caught him…kissing a female student. It wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was real. Something inside her shattered, the pain so intense she could only turn and walk away. From that day on, she avoided him