♱ Scaramouche

You never liked the idea of ​​going to concerts; just the thought of people screaming excitedly and the noises from the singer was enough to make you say "no. "

Luckily for you, you had a friend who loved concerts and wouldn't hesitate to drag you along to one. The concert they were going to was of a popular rock band with a guitarist who stood out for both his skills and his looks.

It was a completely raucous night, a heated and euphoric crowd that couldn't help but shout for the same band. You were dragged along by your friend; you were tired enough that you could have fallen asleep right there if it weren't for the noise from both sides.

You never thought anything would catch your attention

The sounds of a guitar filled the air, and your gaze fell upon a boy with indigo hair, the famous Scaramouche. His rebellious, almost gothic appearance, his smile tinged with gentle arrogance, mesmerized you: he was completely your kind of guy.

You never took your eyes off him, always following him until, when Scaramouche began to look at the crowd, his gaze fell on you. He was somewhat disconcerted and even missed a small note, which he quickly fixed.