So mad, but for what? - Scaramouche X M!Reader

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October 29
13:48PM

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He's so pretty...
But he's so stupid.
I hate his guts.
How does he even get away with physical bullying?
It's unfair to everyone.
If this keeps up, I swear I'll-

"[Y/N]? Hello??" Heizou snaps his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance "[Y/N].. Why do you keep zoning out? Do you have a crush?" Heizou smirks, giggling a little as he rested his head in his palm, leaning in a little.

"No, I'm just... Thinking. About something. Why do you ask?" Heizou grins wider, moving away to sit properly in his chair.
"Oh, I don't know. Hmm.. Let me think. Maybe because you were staring right at Scaramouche?" I snap my head towards him, my eyes going wide. Was I really staring at him for that long? "You know I can't have a crush on him. He's my brothers bully."

"I mean.. Have you heard about the trope enemies to lovers? The way you look at him says something. Always trust the eyes..." Heizou still has that stupid grin plastered onto his face. I roll my eyes, glaring at him a little. "It'd be a miracle if I even started developing feeling for anyone. I've barely had any romantic feelings since 2nd grade. And you know that." I sigh, crossing my arms. Heizou rolls his eyes as well, looking away from me.

"Yeah yeah. Say whatever you wanna, you know what I said is true" He shrugs, turning back to his lunch.

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Over the course of these few weeks in this school, my brother has been getting picked on over and over again. I constantly have to go and check up on him every once in awhile to make sure he's not seriously injured.

"[Y/N].. I'm fine." My brother mutters in annoyance. "You dont need to act like I'm a 7 year old all over again. I can take care of myself" I glare at him, "Shut up and let me get you cleaned up. I never asked for your opinion. You're seriously bleeding. " My brother rolls his eyes. I was treating at his wounds, he's bleeding severely from his knee, purple bruises on his chest and a slap mark across his cheek. How the hell do people think this is okay? I hate mortals.

I cant say I hate mortals, heizou's one.
But I hate mortals that hurt others
Why do they even do it?!
It's so stupid!
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him so much.
I'm so close to my limit.

"You're all cleaned up now." I get up from sitting on my knee in front of my brother, taking a step back. My brother stands up from sitting on one of the nurses beds. "I don't need treatment from you." My brother mumbles, turning away from me. I roll my eyes, grabbing his wrist and dragging him out. I was taller than him as he's only 5'6. We both went to the cafeteria to continue the rest of the lunch period.

Well, until we realized that a fight broke out. We went up front until I realize heizou was on the floor, bleeding from his nose and a handful of hair being tightened around another boy's hand. And that boy was my brothers bully. Scaramouche.
"What the..." I drag out, staring at the both of them with wide eyes.

"Hah! Already giving up?" Scaramouche tightens his grip on Heizou's hair. Heizou glares at him, using his elbows to support him. "Shut the fuck up. You started this, fuckface." Heizou spat. Scaramouche spat in his face, pulling onto his hair. I push past the rest of the people there. "And what do you think you're doing?" I say as I push him off of Heizou and onto the ground. I pick Heizou up off of the ground, pointing him towards my brother and whispering something in his ear. Heizou nods, limping over to him. I watched my brother take him to the nurses office.

I snap my head back to Scaramouche, him looking at me in complete disbelief. It's almost like I just insulted his family. "You dipshit! Do you know who I AM?" He yells at me, I roll my eyes. "If you're gonna say that you're a spoiled brat and you're disgusting, I already know that. Now if you'd stop physically hurting people in this school, I'd appreciate it very dearly." I smile at him, before my face switches back into a deadpan. His purple eyes glare at me as he speaks again. God, how much can one person speak? "I won't hesitate on telling my mother about this!" He screams at me.

I mumble to myself something before I looked down on him. "Listen up, bitch boy. I don't care if you hesitate on anything. Okay? I know, it's shocking. I just want you to simply comprehend that I don't give a fuck if you hesitate on anything. But if you even dare to lay a single touch of a dirty finger of yours on my brother or my friends I will personally bring you home as dinner for my family. We wouldn't necessarily enjoy that, now would we? Hm?"

I grip his jaw, forcing him to look at me. He glares at me, but I could swear I see some sort of blush creeping across his face. Let's just hope he's not into that. I bent down slightly to get on eye level with him "Cat got your tongue? Aw. You poor little thing." I fake frown, "Let's hope you're not as much of a brat as you seem like. Have fun continuing your stupid mischief." I let go of his face, stretching back up to my normal height. Turning around dramatically, my face turns back into a deadpan. I start walking towards the nurses office.

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USHIUASFSFHU im rewriting this whole thing yall... i hope u like this ;D