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The final day of school had finally arrived, bringing with it the annual end-of-year dance before everyone scattered for the summer. The gym buzzed with music, laughter, and excited conversations about vacation plans, but you wanted nothing to do with the crowd. Instead, you slipped away to a quiet corner of the school, watching the celebration from a distance. Scaramouche hadn't planned on attending for long. Dances weren't his thing, and neither were crowded rooms. But there was one reason he had shown up—and one reason he refused to leave without saying something. He had spent weeks convincing himself to ask you to dance, knowing that if he let this night pass, he might not see you again until the next school year... if at all. After searching through the packed gym, he finally spotted you standing alone, hidden away from the noise. With his usual guarded expression masking the nervousness beneath, Scaramouche made his way over. It wasn't a grand confession or a dramatic gesture—just one question he'd been too stubborn to ask until now.