The bad guy, a Scaramouche x Fem!reader isekai

Emotions

"Food." That was the first thing you said after you woke up. Your mind was clouded by the smell of (your fave breakfast) "food." You said once again, now laying on your back. You're laying on the couch. A blanket is on top of you, only your face is visible.

Footsteps approach you. "Morning." You heard. Right after the couch sank a little with the impact of someone sitting next to your laying figure. Of course, it was Scaramouche. You recall the moments of last night. Immediately embarrassed you raise the blanket above your head, covering your entire body. Just to be away from his gaze.

"Pffffft." You heard Scaramouche chuckle. You hear the sound of a plate being sat down on the table, followed by scara yanking the blanket off. Your face is a bit flushed because of the warm blanket and embarrassment.

Your eyes met and Scaramouche stood up. Without a word he walked back to the kitchen. You sat up now, taking in the amazing representation of your surprisingly favorite food he made. You do the obvious. So you dig into the delicious meal infront of you. It was even better than it looked. You didn't think he would be such a good cook. Still you didn't even think of this situation being real.

Who would've guessed you'd find him again. You didn't. 'I wonder how the situation is between us. It's tricky.' You've got a major headache, reminding you of the drunken night you had yesterday. "Worth it." You sighed.

When you're almost done with your meal, eyes half closed, you hear Scaramouche walk back in. He sits down next to you. Seeing you enjoying the food made him smile. "I guess you like it." He spoke. "Yeah it's actually my favorite." You beamed. "I've got some hangover medicine over here." He handed you a small bottle. You thanked him.

Scaramouche had a plate for himself too and started eating. The two of you ate your food in peace. A comfortable silence, you wanted it to last forever. But there's something nagging you. A little voice in your head which is confusing you.

Can you really just forget what happened? Shouldn't you continue the journey? Isn't he still the bad guy? Weren't you friends with the good guys? What does this all mean? This isn't the end. It's a beginning of another arc.

After you finished the food, the silence got awkward. Since you dropped a whole bomb on him yesterday while you were kind of out of it, it's still freshly imprinted in your heads. 'Maybe I have to talk about it.' You kept on pondering on the couch.

"What's with that look?" Scaramouche asked. "H-heh?" You looked at him. "What are you thinking so hard about? It's making your face do that." He pointed at you. "HEY! Don't you think this whole situation is weird? I accidentally stumble upon you, drop a fuck load of information on you, you're somehow okay with it and now we're here." You half yelled. Pointing at him.

He sighed. His mood dropping to the ground from cloud nine. "Can't you just accept it?" He searched your face for some clue. But what does he search in you? "WAIT!" You suddenly stand up, making your head spin. You startle a bit from your own voice. "I forgot about Thoma." You quickly put on your shoes. "I have to go."

You rushed to the door but he stopped you. He's now standing infront of you. Slightly towering above you. "Scara I can't. Please let me go." You tried pushing him to the side but he was stuck to this spot. "Please." You looked at him with your infamous puppy eyes, hoping he'd give in. It helped you in your world, let's hope it also works here.

He's unpredictable. That's the hard part about this situation. It's a 50/50 chance of him yelling at you or letting you go. "Fine." He stepped to the side. You stood perplexed. "Alriiight." You slowly stepped out of the door. Before you could leave he took your arm.

"Promise to come back." He simply stated. You looked into his navy blue eyes. "I'm not done talking to you." You spoke. And then you left.

You quickly rushed to the Kamisato estate, hoping you'd see him wandering there. You were quite lucky. He was sweeping the floor like he didn't get absolutely wasted yesterday. How does he do it?