Scaramouche (Sandrone pov)

You're Sandrone, a girl with a rather complex personality. Some people even find you insufferable, but they have to put up with you because you're also quite intelligent in every aspect (except for the emotional one, of course). You were the top student in your class, but you weren't a nerd or a bookworm; you were just a genius prodigy. However, this didn't help your reputation much. You weren't alone in school, but you never had any real friends.

In the parallel class, there was Scaramouche, a school bully with a complex personality like yours. However, unlike you, he spent his energy on petty mischief rather than academic pursuits, acting like a typical teenager. This year, he was transferred to your class, and you were the only person he knew from there. As children, you were acquainted and even had some interaction, if you can call it that. Because of your personalities, you constantly fought and hated each other, but still, there was no enmity between you, rather just irritation. You were sitting at the same desk and they told you to help him get adjusted, although in reality they were just trying to dump him on you so that the two most insufferable people wouldn't ruin the lives of others. But of course, due to your pride and hot temper, you ended up fighting again.

The lesson had already started, but Scaramouche wasn't there. Ten minutes later, another teacher brought him in, and Scaramouche looked gloomy, as if he had just been reprimanded. The entire class could tell that he had been in a fight again, and there was a slight scratch on his cheek. He sat down at the desk next to you with a displeased expression.