"i don't belive you" (scaramouche x fem reader) a genshin impact fanfic

Chapter 13

Scaramouche woke up to the doorbell ringing nonstop. He slept three hours, first trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say, then actually writing the message he then sent at the group chat, and then trying to calm himself down when his phone kept on vibrating and lighting up at the notifications. He didn't have enough courage to look at what his friends replied, scared they would reject him. To get his bad thoughts out of his head, he played some video games since almost 5am. Only after placing his usual chocolate at your place, of course. And three hours later, he was already up, going to get the door since someone decided he didn't deserve to sleep enough.

You were ringing the doorbell for two solid minutes now, and there was still no sign that anyone was at home. Could he be outside? Maybe a family trip? You were about to give up, when the door bursted open and a sleepy and swearing Scaramouche appeared in front of you.

"Fucking hell, what the fuck do yo-" he stopped mid-phrase and stared at you for a couple of seconds, before you smiled and greeted him.

"Good morning sleeping beauty! Sorry, did I wake you up?"

He didn't answer, kept on staring at you with one hand on the doorknob and the other on the wall, to block the way to the inside. He had an oversized black t-shirt, loose grey pants and his hairs were slightly ruffled. You were so focused on studying him, trying to understand what he was feeling, that you didn't notice he was slowly lifting his left arm from the wall and raising it to your face. When he cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb under your eye, you got back to reality.

"Did... did you cry?"

"Huh?! Uhm, no, no, I just was... up late... uhm... playing video games, yeah, I was playing videogames till like 3am, it's for sure that" Another lie you weren't able to make credible "Ugh, ok, yes, I was super worried about you, ok, happy now? That's why I'm here, to raise your mood, and make you feel better! I brought ice-cream, so I won't fail"

With a sight and a couple of grunts, he went back inside, rubbing his blue eyes with his wrists and guiding you to the kitchen. You entered, closed the door and started to look around. His house was exactly how you expected it to be: all white and light grey, just a few pieces of furniture here and there with simple lines. It was minimalistic, leaving a lot of empty space, but it didn't feel aseptic or not personal. There were still photos here and there, not much of the family that lived there though, most of them were of beautiful places captured in magic times, like sunset or sunrise or at the exact moment when a lightning strikes a tree. You were already amazed by the pictures, but when you realized half of them were actually paintings you felt time stop and you would have liked to stare at them for hours. After you realized that, you felt like you entered an art gallery. You now noticed little sculptures here and there too, and even some very complex flower compositions that created images of women or trees. Scaramouche's voice got your attention back, as you turned around to see him leaned on the wall to his side looking at you, arms crossed.

"Are you going to stare for a lot, or do you want to go to the kitchen and eat?"

"Sorry, I feel like I stepped in an art gallery. Did you bought all this, or is this a family of artists?" you asked, following him to the spacious and luminous open space to the other side of the house.

"Mum did the flower things, Makoto is the one painting right now, she used to make sculptures since a couple of years ago"

"So you really are a family of artists! That's so cool!"

"I can't do shit though. Trust me, I tried painting, drawing, making sculptures and even growing plants"

"Don't say that! And your music then?! I'm sure you're suuuupeeer good!"