a fluff-filled story wherein you reunite with your childhood friend (who loves to give mixed signals), scaramouche. you never would've guessed that he was always one lecture room away from you.
(college!au) scaramouche x fem!afab!reader
also a sligh...
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"don't you miss her?
tartaglia spoke to scaramouche as they sat in class; the professor was currently away as he gave them a ten minute break.
choking on water, droplets of the liquid escaped the indigo-haired boy's composed lips and it dripped down the sides of his chin. scaramouche coughed, placing down the bottle of water as he wiped his chin using the the wrist of the sleeve of his jacket.
"wow, so worked up with just the mention of her- ouch!"
childe clutched his knee (that the shorter male kicked) under the table, wincing.
"the fuck, tartaglia?" he grumbles. "shut the fuck up, for gods sake. here i thought you'd annoy me less,"
"ugh, i wasn't trying to annoy you! i'm trying to play cupid here,"
"don't. just don't." scaramouche states firmly, scowling.
"fine. it's just that it's been like two weeks or what since you slept over, and you guys haven't talked ever since," childe sulkily complains.
well, that was true. but scaramouche didn't really want to bother you; he knew that you were going through a hell week right now so he didn't really want to interfere with whatever you were busy with. he himself was busy with school, too.
ignoring childe's statement, he returned to organizing the notes he took during class.
class resumed shortly after, and it ended after an hour of so of bloody case studies and recitations. scaramouche didn't fear being randomly called, though; he really always was prepared before classes started.
their professor's assistant, a student with green hair, was left organizing some paperworks. more than half of the students left the room as well; only the assistant, scaramouche and childe, and about less than ten students were left tidying up their stuff or their notes.
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"(y/n), collect the outputs, please? and drop it by my office later. thank you,"
"hey, (y/n), have you done the paper due later 5PM?"
"the solution part is fucking my brains out more than anyone ever could. we have a quiz later about this. wait, (y/n), you didn't know?"
