Scara

You and Scaramouche never got along. The two of you hate each other's guts and it's always been that way.

One day, you went to your classmate's party and got so drunk. Feeling needy—you tried to kiss a random guy there.

"What do you think you're doing?!" suddenly, Scaramouche pulled you away from the guy. "Don't you know better than to be kissing random guys like that?!"

Before Scaramouche could say any more, you hugged him. He fell quiet and gave your head a gentle pat. "You're damn hopeless.."