𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗿 ៸៸𓂃 scaramouche

∙ ୨୧ catching up : 27 !¡

◢◤◢◤◢◤ SCARAMOUCHE POV !

When Scaramouche came home to a foreign house, he found his mother sitting on the living room couch sifting through papers; Yae Miko beside her reading a book. Scaramouche felt a pang of jealousy. Why was he even surprised anymore? Why did he long for something he never had?

Whatever. Scaramouche closed the door, only then did his mother glance his way. "Good afternoon, Kunikuzushi."

"Mhm." He said. Did she even know what happened?

Impossible. Raiden Ei knew everything there was to know about everyone. And if she didn't, Yae Miko was there to fill in the gaps. Scaramouche wondered what excuse Ei told herself to keep her away from the hospital.

"I didn't notice you had gotten a cat." His mother stated. He noticed Koneko curled up on her lap.

Traitor. Koneko or his mother? Both? "Uh-huh."

"Are you alright? I heard about the events of the Irodori Festival."

If I said no, would you care? "Yeah."

Scaramouche didn't care for her excuse this time. He went upstairs; Koneko rousing from her slumber and dutifully trailing after him. You're forgiven, he thought, as if he could telepathically communicate with a cat. Scaramouche let Koneko in and closed the door behind him. Somehow, his own bedroom felt like a stranger's. Maybe it was. Maybe he didn't know himself. Maybe he didn't care about that, too.

He laid down and opened his phone.

private messages (scaramoucheee, u/n)

Trivial things, conversations were. A space to fill the void, Scaramouche thought. And yet, as he reflected upon Y/N's words from the hospital room, when he supposed she thought he was asleep, he had a million different responses.

Why? Why me, of all people, what did I do to get your attention?

Is this real? It definitely felt real. He could definitely feel the gentle rising of her breathing, hear the quiet words. Scaramouche definitely felt something in that moment. Whatever it was, it wasn't familiar. Maybe he had imagined it all, who was he to decide?

And then she said it. I love you.

Scaramouche had fallen asleep after that.

private messages (scaramoucheee, u/n)

u/n
why r u typing an essay in
dms 😟🤨

Huh? Oh. Scaramouche had been hitting the A key. Repeatedly.

scaramoucheee
have you been watching me
type this whole time?

u/n
maybe😋

anywyas hru

scaramoucheee
just got home. you?

u/n
same

im bored now tho

omg lets blplay skribblio