𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 | Kᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ x Sᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ | KᴀᴢᴜSᴄᴀʀᴀ

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽 - 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

*Kazuha POV*

"Well, actually..."

The events going on were hard to follow. In one day, I learned that I'd have arranged marriage this year and that my mother would die. I couldn't help but cry.

All of my feelings are kept bottled up when I'm at my house, I couldn't help it. At this point, I cried enough in from of Scaramouche to not feel ashamed or embarrassed.

I could feel tension. Like he wanted to do something.

Scaramouche eventually held my hand. My cold fingers were warming up. It was so comforting, I stopped crying soon.

"T-thank you..."
"So? What's going on?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I told him everything. About the forced marriage, my mother's life slowly fading away by the second. He didn't let go of my hand at all.

"I'm sorry, all I seem to do around you is vent about my life. I almost never ask about you-"

His hands, which always looked so strong, were delicately holding the back of my head. I was able to hear his heart beat, it was fast, yet soothing. He smelled really good, yet simple, just natural. So warm, so comforting, so fleeting. I would've loved if this embrace lasted forever.

I could feel Scaramouche's breath on my ear. He calmly whispered to me.

"There's no way you should be sorry about that. You listened to me, I listen to you. If you have no one you can trust to talk about that, I'll always be free to talk to you. And... I don't mind listening to you because it's you. I don't want any harm to befall you."

I felt a bit of droplets touch my hair and back. He was crying. I couldn't help but cry, too.

This time, though, it wasn't because of the things I'm living. It's because I know what will happen to Ei and him if I keep hanging around him. I know my family will drag them down, manipulate them, make them suffer.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Scaramouche almost seemed to understand and brushed my hair.

"I don't mind if it's for your good."

Eventually, he let go of me. I felt calmer and much more collected, now that I told him about my problems.

I saw myself in a mirror hanging on a wall of his room. My eyes were very red.

"I look awful."

Scaramouche looked at me and then at the mirror.

"Ugh, me too."

We both laughed. Then, a voice was heard.

"Boys, dinner is ready."

Scaramouche sighed, got up and looked at me.

"Do you want to stay over for dinner?"

I didn't want to impose, but I know that I already did impose. Anyways, I think that if I agreed, Scaramouche would be pretty happy.