Scaramouche had been Kazuhas hallway crush for a while, so when him and scara started hanging out it was like a dream come true.
A dream with Satan.
Scaramouche wasn't very liked by many people at their school. He was "scary " as he was seen by his classmates. But the moment Kazuha laid eyes on the boy he felt entranced, he wanted to get close to him. His friend Gorou told him to stay away but kazuha was already too deep. He started remembering when Scaramouche would be walking to and from class so he could look at the purple haired boy everyday. He started dreading the weekend and counting the hours till he could see scara again. One day as he was admiring the boy scara noticed.
"Hey why do you keep looking at me when I walk by you freak"
"No reason"
"Are you gay or something? Well if you like it up your ass go take that gay shit somewhere else "
Kazuha didn't say anything
"Wait" scara stopped "you have an A in English right?"
"Yes it's my favorite"
"If you can help me get an A on the next assignment you can look at me all you want"
Kazuha new it was shameful but here he was walking to the address Scaramouche gave him.
When he got to the door he checked the address again to make sure. He was about to knock when Scaramouche open the door.
Scaramouche was wearing a shirt with some band kazuha didn't recognize and black shorts.
Kazuha stopped for a moment looking at him
His silence was Brocken short after though
"Hey, anyone in there"
Scara tapped Kazuhas forehead a few times
"Yeah I'm here"
Scara led him to his bedroom to start work
Scara plopped on his bed
"Sit in the floor"
Kazuha did as he was told
"Well what do have right now"
"What"
"For the poetry essay"
"Oh right"
Scara handed him his computer
Kazuha not wanting to state the obvious sat silent for a few minutes
"This is a blank document scara"
"So"
"It was assigned last week"
"You tryna start something leaf boy"
"No, no of course not" kazuha was confused "well where are your notes for the class?"
Scara threw him a half destroyed notebook
Kazuha opened the only page of writing, reading "I hate this class" a red pen scribble and a dick drawing.
Scara smirked "mines bigger"
Kazuha hid his blush behind his hair "well were starting from scratch I see, let's start with your opening sentence"
Working with scara was extremely hard as it turned out
Scara had no initiative to work but he did have the initiative to tease kazuha curling his hair around his finger, taking advantage of the moments he could place his hands around Kazuhas waist, with the occasional flirty remark.
The fourth day he game over to Scaras place he was ready to get this essay done.
"Hey leaf boy"
"Hello"
