I Met You On The 6th. {scaramouche x reader au}

Chapter 2 - A Project {Part 2}

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"Yup. You can copy down my notes now." Scaramouche sighed. You looked away,thinking you shouldn't have slept in class. What a pain.

"Ah,thanks." You mumbled. Scaramouche nodded,but he still had that strange annoyed look on his face.
You couldn't tell if he hated you or not. Didn't matter. You were forced to be his project partner anyways. Besides, why did he come out of nowhere? It was your second year in college,shouldn't he have started from the first year?

"Y/N? Y/N??" his voice mumbled

"Oh! Uh sorry,were you saying something?" You replied. You mentally hit yourself. It was so embarrassing to daydream sometimes.

"Stop daydreaming. It's annoying, and we can't get work done." he replied hastily, as he took out some glasses from his bag and put them on.

"Okay, Scaramouchie!" you happily said, not realizing what you'd just said for a moment.

"What?"

"Oh.Uh..woops. I meant..Scaramouche.." you blushed while trying not to make eye contact with him. You panicked quite a lot. Scaramouche could sense that and as he reached his right arm out to you to bonk your head to stop..

Spill.

"Ow. It's hot." he winced. He still had that 'I don't care about anything' look on his face for some reason. Tough guy, I guess. Or maybe he was trying to impress you in some way.

"EH? OH NO! YOU'RE CLOTHES ARE WET, YOU DROPPED YOUR TEA?!? ARE YOU OKAY?? UHH COLD SHOWER?!"

He chuckled softly and asked,

"Where's the shower? I'd like to take one."

You blushed slightly and pointed left,where the washroom was. He nodded,as a thank you went to the restroom.

As soon as he entered the washroom you burst out laughing. How could this idiot just..spill tea on himself? Pffft- what the hell? As he was doing whatever he was, you thought to yourself,

"Hey,Scaramouche is quite a strange name.I wonder if that's not his real name?"

"Wow,even though you're so daft, you still figured this out? Impressive." Scaramouche laughed in a scary manner,while shirtless out of the bathroom.He was drying his hair with a white towel,which was,luckily, the guest towel.

"Ah hey Scaramouche! Wait- wear a goddamn shirt! Oh no..your shirt is wet..umm.." you quietly whispered.

He grabbed you towards him,by your shirt. Your eyes widened as he whispered,

"Why don't I wear yours?"

...

What? The? Fuck?

Scaramouche was on top of you.His fist was grabbing the collar of your shirt. It took you a moment to realize what just happened. Your face flushed,and embarrassingly you said,

"I don't think..they would fit.."

He got off you,sighing. He grabbed a shirt from his backpack,which he somehow had.

"Shame I couldn't wear one of yours."

"What..? Shush,creep."

"Whatever. I'm leaving."

"So soon? We haven't finished.."

He smirked slightly and stared at you in the eyes. You tried to look away but his eyes were meeting yours continuously.