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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Heat waves
2:04 ───ㅇ───── 3:59 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ "Sometimes all I think about is you"
A bit of a heavy chapter, but oh well. To have light, you must have darkness. Also, reminder to take breaks from your binders if you wear them!!
chapter four : marlboro nights
Y/N's POV
I stared at my phone, a confused expression plastered onto my face. The park near Fujimoto's Ramen? It's literally two in the morning. Fuck it. I threw the sheets off of me and stepped onto the cold floor. Taking my jacket, and an extra blanket since it was cold outside, I quietly left the house after putting my my shoes. I didn't live far from the ramen shop, but there was still a distance. I approached the empty park, seeing Scaramouche sitting on a swing. As I got closer, I noticed he was shivering. I walked up behind him and draped the extra blanket I had brought over him. Scaramouche looked behind himself, only to find me. "(Y/N), you're here." I nodded at him before sitting on the swing beside him, "Yeah, I'm here. Is there any specific reason you wanted me to come here?" "Yeah. Uh, is it alright if I, uhm, vent to you?" Scaramouche asked, looking at the ground. I could tell he wasn't used to having someone to talk to. "Scara, you can always vent to me. I don't care if it's during algebra or at three in the morning. I'll be here for you, I am your friend after all," I gave him a warm smile, ruffling his hair. "Well, uh, I guess I should start this off by saying that the principal is my mom. She's never really given me that much attention, except for when I was younger. I ended up crying too much as a child, and she got really mad at me for it. She expected me to be just like her, emotionless. Until it comes to her lovely girlfriend, of course. Because I made her mad, she went out, got pregnant, hoping for another child that wasn't a fuck up. And that's exactly what she got. Shogun, my younger sister by one year, is the spitting image of my mother. She's tall, she has long, violet hair, and she's a bitch. I hate her, so much. She acts like she knows everything, like she's better than me. I wouldn't even be surprised if she was," Scaramouche had tears welling up in his eyes. He looked at me, "Promise not to tell anyone what I'm about to say, alright?" "I promise, Scara," I wiped the tears from his face. "This stays between us." "I'm transgender, and Shogun still hasn't gotten it through her thick skull, even though I've been reminding her for the past five years. She keeps calling me by my deadname, and she'll ask if I want to borrow her dresses and get out of my boyish clothing. It's so annoying! Even my mother was able to start calling me Scaramouche the day I came out, but not Shogun. It feels like she's going to see me as a girl for all of eternity," the boy in front of me broke down, showing his true self. He wasn't a sadistic man to be feared, as most thought, but, he was an insecure boy who was suffering. Even in his lowest moments, he was still perfect. I stood up from my swing, wrapping my arms around the boy, rubbing gentle circles on his back. His arms found their way to my waist as he sobbed. "Wanna stay at my place tonight? My brothers wouldn't mind," I pulled away from our embrace, looking him in the eyes. He only nodded his head before hugging me once more. I picked the boy up in my arms, surprising him, before walking off in the direction of my house. Once we arrived, I knocked on the door. The door opened, revealing a very tired Kaeya. Kaeya looked at me, and then Scaramouche, before calling out, "Holy shit, Diluc! (Y/N) brought home a boy!" "No! It's not like that! He just needs a place to stay tonight, that's all," I explained as I pushed passed Kaeya, putting Scaramouche into his feet. Diluc looked at me, a suspicious expression plastered onto his face. "I'll entertain this, I suppose. Boy, what's your name?" Diluc directed his gaze to the embarrassed boy beside me. Before Scaramouche could answer, I began dragging him upstairs to my room. Diluc let out a slight chuckle, "Use protection, kiddos. You don't want any STDs." I took Scaramouche into my room, my face red in embarrassment, "I'm so sorry about those two idiots. They really don't know how to shut up sometimes." "It's fine," Scaramouche laughed, wincing slightly. I examined Scaramouche's body language before looking into his eyes, "How long have you been binding for, and how long are your breaks?" "Uh, I've had it on since this morning. I only take my binders off long enough to shower and wash them," he admitted, knowing it wasn't a very good idea to wear them for so long. "I have some baggy clothes you can borrow, but you're taking at least a day off from wearing your binder. We'll cancel on Ajax if you need, but I'm serious, Scara, no wearing your binder for at least a full day," I stood up to get clothes for Scaramouche. I handed the boy the clothes, showing him the way to the bathroom. I went back to my room, undressing myself so I could get changed. I rummaged through my closet, looking for a baggy shirt.
Scaramouche's POV
I finished getting dressed, and I was now making my way back to (Y/N)'s room. I had to admit, it felt good to take a break from my binder, though I did feel a bit insecure. I opened the door to (Y/N)'s room, only to be met with his bare back. My face flushed and I quietly, yet quickly, closed the door. Holy shit. He's hot as hell. I waited a moment before knocking on his bedroom door, letting him know I was finished getting dressed. He opened the door, allowing me to step in. "So, you're fine sharing a bed, right? The couch is uncomfortable to sleep on," (Y/N) asked, laying down on his bed. "Yeah, I'm fine with it," I replied as I lay beside him. We both said our goodnights, and we were now settled down for bed. I heard soft snores coming from him, silently chuckling at how fast he fell asleep. I closed my eyes, prepared for sleep, but my mind only wandered to (Y/N). Why can I only think of him?
