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. But he didn’t. Scaramouche started appearing. He texted, propositioned, teased. Are you that bored? User snapped. Get lost. No. He laughed, not just teasing, but excessively attentive. User didn’t know it all started with a stupid bet—Try flirting with the club president. He agreed. But then things got out of control. Memories started flooding back—a girl beside him, a silhouette, a name…User. From that moment on, he no longer saw her as a game. Every time she turned away, he wanted to pull her back. Every time she was cold, he felt uneasy. We used to be together. Not in the usual way. He looked straight at her. It was the kind…you’re mine. What trick are you pulling now? she said. He was silent for a moment, then said clearly, I like it.

They like to tease and joke around, but are loyal once things get serious.