➸ 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬. ☆ 𝗸azuscara 𝗼neshots .

♡ ; 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 .

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ TW :
angst , scara and kazuha "hating" each other ,
asshole kazuha (sort of) , vulgar language ,

no guaranteed happy ending !

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"i can't take him anymore." spoke scaramouche, clenching his fists tightly of frustration. childe let out an amused snort, as if he weren't convinced by it.

"Sure," He said, "I'm sure you're just in denial. You've been so lovestruck since almost a year ago! I find it hard to believe you hate him now." Scaramouche shook his head.

"Who the hell do you think you are, deciding for me? I'm tired of his shit. He probably doesn't even care about me, and never will. It's stupid to try and hope that he'll return these feelings." He crossed his arms, leaning against the bathroom wall.

"Ehm, okay. Whatever you say, Bowl-cut." Childe shrugged, a smirk curled on his lips.
The violet-haired boy rolled his eyes impatiently, then walked away and out of the Boys' washroom.

Kunikuzushi Scaramouche, 4th year Senior Highschooler had an oddly but painfully big crush on Kaedehara Kazuha, whom also was a 4th Year Senior in Genshin's Highschool. Weird, isn't it?
The thing about it was, he couldn't stand those feelings of him. Kazuha and Scaramouche never had an actual conversation before, Kazuha was an absolute asshole, and he was so attached it was barely enough to bear.

But he was so sick of him. Sick, yet painfully obsessed.

And it may sound almost groggily eccentric without context, so in what way had this situation became so dire? Well, it's a long story.

About four years ago, Scaramouche was in eighth grade, and his younger sister named Mona was in seventh. (NC) Usually, the young junior freshman would venture out by herself to collect stones or go admire the outside's beauty in solitude. However, one day; she went to the park out of pure boredom. She decided she'd just hang out at her childhood playground for a bit, throw herself at the swings, go down the slide, take pictures, that sort of thing. However that was, until she'd unexpectedly spotted a young man sitting underneath the slide while seeming to be writing something. Curious, she approached him.
"You, what's your name? I haven't seen you around here." She asked. He looked up, his calm expression turned into quite the surprised one. At least, that's what Scaramouche heard from her. He mumbled softly. "...Kazuha?.."

"What?" "It's... Kazuha." He murmured. Mona paused for a moment, then shrugged.

"Oh, cool. Do you go around here often?" He nodded. She made an approving face. Then, she held out her hand. "I'm Mona. Wanna be friends?"
Now, Scaramouche was really unsure he actually accepted. Or maybe he did, just to be nice. He genuinely had no idea how they became friends, since he's never heard Kazuha speak before. To cut it short, neither the mysterious non-speaking boy or his sister told him how it went with much detail. But back to the topic, Kazuha had never said a single word ever since. All he'd do is smile, giggle and use his body to communicate.