〚 We Fell in Love in October 〛 Scaramouche

00| Prologue

"What?"

"I like you, please go out with me," you repeated per his request, but that didn't help to clear up all his confusion. Scaramouche took a moment to once again properly digest your request, his eyes scanning around the classroom for anyone else just to see if you're pulling a prank on him, but there was no one else, and you seemed genuine. 

He took in your form, your face shape, how your hair frames your facial features, how your arms quiver from folding out your letter of confession for far too long, and he realized he should probably give his answer soon.

"Well," you kept your intense, hopeful gaze on him, making him wonder if it's really the first time you've met. Now that I think about it, she does seem familiar, Scara noted, or is it just his mind playing tricks on him?

"Ku- Scaramouche," 

"Ah yes, sorry" your slip up didn't go unnoticed, but he let it go this time, "I will go out with you"

"You will?" You seemed surprised, so why did you bother confessing if you didn't expect that outcome?

"Yeah," he simply replied, now gathering his things to go back home, "see you tomorrow"

"See you tomorrow," you replied, though he had already left when you bid him your farewell. It was already far too late when he stepped out of the school gates, the sun is almost down, and barely any other students are around, and he waited this long for a stupid confession? What a waste of time, he didn't even know her name. Still, he can't really shake off the unease every time her face popped into his mind, and Scaramouche is restless.

I suppose that's something to figure out another day.