The Puppeteer's Puppet [Scaramouche x Reader]

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The entirety of your class period was mostly just you and Yoimiya chatting with each other. It was nice to have someone other than just one person after you. A change was nice for once, but alas, the class had come to an end. And it was time for your next class, with Scaramouche. And unfortunately for you, there were no assigned seats, and you knew nobody would sit next to him. You couldn't escape this, especially since it took you longer to reach for it was on the second floor across the hallway. You were certain that he would be there, but to your surprise, he wasn't. There was an empty desk there, no Scaramouche to be seen. 'But, he's never late...' you thought. You brushed it off and assumed he may have just called in sick and sat down. But to your dismay, not long after, a familiar purple-head walked into the class and sat beside you.

He didn't say anything to you, just sat down. There wasn't much you could say either, though. So instead, both of you sat in silence for the first few minutes of class. Occasionally, you noticed Scaramouche glance in your direction and open his mouth ever so lightly, only to close it once again. You felt like he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to. Eventually, after minutes of awkwardness, he had excused himself to go to the restroom, so you took this time to stop being so tense.

Why did he choose to sit with you? You were pretty sure that there were other spots open, so why you? It was a mystery indeed, but you couldn't just upright ask him about this. He was terrifying, and you didn't want to make it any worse.

Scaramouche returned after 7 minutes and returned to his seat. While the teacher was bickering about who knows what, Y/N was doodling again in their notebook. Scaramouche too started writing something down, but it wasn't the notes for the class. It looked like it was in the form of a letter, but you didn't bother mentioning anything about it to him. You wanted to make up with him. Yeah, he treated you like a bitch most of the time, but there was the rare moment where he would...somewhat uniquely show his care. His affection was very brutal, which you weren't at all a fan of. You didn't want to get him angrier so you decided to keep quiet.

~Time Skip~

It had been most of the day flying by up to lunch and you were starving. This time, you had a linch from home for two reasons. One, Scaramouche probably was still irritated at you, so he wouldn't bother talking to you about lunch money. Two, He was generous enough to let you have your own yesterday, so maybe he wouldn't mind even if he did end up talking to you? Either way, your lunch was in your locker which is where you were headed to get it.

You twisted the lock to your combination and expected to see your lunch, which you did, Along with a note. 'What's this doing here..?' You thought. Was this a love confession? No, it couldn't be. You've never received one so why now? And you barely knew anyone either. You opened the letter to read the contents inside.

I'm not going to make this into a long-ass letter. This is just a short apology for how I acted yesterday. That was rude of me to do so. I know I've been treating you like shit since the beginning, but I want a second chance— more like a thousand ones, actually. Either way, if you forgive me, meet me at the same place we usually have lunch. If not, that's fine too, I guess. See you.

You didn't need to be a detective to know Scaramouche was the owner of this note. The handwriting, the way it was written, there was no doubt that he wrote it. You were still hesitant about befriending him. After all, he'd hurt you pretty bad all this time, but you were too nice for your good.

~Scara POV~

'Are they not coming?' Scaramouche thought, sitting on the bench at the back of the school. He'd never been so persistent in making up with you, so why now? Maybe it was because of the bet, or was it something with a deeper meaning? He didn't put much thought into it, though. Just sat there and waited for their arrival, if they were even willing to come.