~ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 ; 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ! ♥

𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯. ~

                                           ━━━━━ ━ ~ . ° ۫ ݂ ๋ 𝆴 ~ ۪ ۫ ࣭ ۪ ☾ 。⋰ , ~ ♥

after a long exhausting first half of the day, you and scara managed to get through your first half of the classes by...

barely.

childe was laughing hysterically now that everything was calm and over.

"man! the look on that prick's face! pFFFft-" signora interrupted him. 

"don't push it, childe. y/n has had a really rough day."

you smile at signora, showing her your gratitude. she smiles back.

"hey, you know, i have a gut feeling that psychopath will be at your door so... if that's the case, it'll be hilarious hearing your parents dealing with them.

you giggle at the thought.

"what if i get in more trouble though...? like they try to find me and... oh god.." realization had hit you. 

your parents possibly may or may not know your location.

"you're... oh dear fucking god.. y/n.." signora caught on, and so did scara and childe.

.

.

.

                                           ━━━━━ ━ ~ . ° ۫ ݂ ๋ 𝆴 ~ ۪ ۫ ࣭ ۪ ☾ 。⋰ , ~ ♥

it was the end of the school day, and the sun was an hour or so away from setting. you and the fatui group were walking back to scara's place. 

"i need to stop by the convenience store." scara mumbled, hood up and hands in his pocket.

signora tilted her head and twisted a 'suspicious' expression.

"why...?"

"because... i'm preparing to destroy anything that touches y/n."

childe whistled teasingly and scara tilted his direction towards childe. "that includes you too, red-cotton-ball dipshit." 

"so mean to your fellow group-mate!" childe pouted.

"i am not in your stupid group. it's just temporary. hell, even dottore is more tolerable than you, and he doesn't even go to this school." scara sighed. 

you wanted to calm scara down, so you did the first instinctive thing and reached for his hand in his hoodie pocket.

scara is caught by surprise, but doesn't let go.

this is nice...

i want to do this.. more often with him.

after getting some... questionable items from the convenience store, you finally make it back home. 

you all throw your backpacks down and sigh.

there was a noise outside and you heard signora jump.

"i swear to fucking god... i have a terrible feeling in my gut right now. scaramouche, lock your door." she whispered.

he nodded. "it's already locked, don't worry."

you hear a very drunken man stomp loudly, pacing back and forth from the sounds of it. repeating the same thing, over and over.

"y/N yOU CAn't HIDE HERE FOREVER~! PAPA'S ALREADY FOUND YA~!" 

you felt a gigantic weight press against your chest.