━ 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗠𝗘 ; k. scaramouche

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲

nine
third person

"AND HERE I WAS THINKING you'd just take me to some restaurant.." y/n stared in awe at the scenery in front of her.

"oh." scaramouche raised a brow at the girl, "i thought you'd say it's bland, it hasn't even started yet." y/n looked over to scaramouche who was placing towels on the beach sand.

"well, i think it's pretty." y/n scoffed, placing herself onto the towel. "an unexpected score for me." scaramouche chuckled, laying onto his own.

"are we just supposed to star-" y/n tried to ask before getting cut off. "what does that cloud look like to you?" scaramouche asked, looking at the clouds above him as the sun started to set.

"uhm," y/n whispered, looking up at the sky. "maybe a butterfly?" scaramouche shakes his head, "wrong." he answers. "people always make lies about what the clouds look like, they don't look like anything."

".. why'd you ask then?" y/n asks, giving the boy a side eye. "i wanted to see if you'd answer like the rest." he shrugs.

"so you're basically saying i'm like everyone else?" y/n asks him. "no," scaramouche denies her claim. "you're different."

"spare me the cheesy shit.." y/n groaned, rolling over so her back faced scaramouche. "i was gonna say you're more annoying than anyone else, but whatever."

y/n covered her ears with her hands, signaling that she wasn't listening to scaramouche's comment.

"i don't think you're that terrible, to be honest." scaramouche breathed out as a large firework shot up in the air. y/n jumped up, her eyes widening from the sight.

y/n's mouth opened ever so slightly as more and more fireworks filled the air. "how are there fireworks!?" she asked. "i paid yoimiya." scaramouche answered. "i said i'd take you on a real date, didn't i?"

y/n watched as the firework show went on, she pointed out all of the different colors and shapes that were shooting into the air.

scaramouche just looked at her, observing every "ooo" or "ahhh" that came out of her mouth when different fireworks that she liked erupted in the sky.

y/n eventually caught onto his staring, giving him a small smile. "what?" scaramouche came back out of his daze, "you looked stupid, that's all."

"that's a weird way of saying i'm pretty." y/n rolled her eyes. scaramouche raised an eyebrow at her interpretation of his answer. "that's some confidence you have there."

"well," y/n looked back to the fireworks filling the sky. "if nobody out in the world loves me, why shouldn't i love myself? yknow."

scaramouche scoffed, turning the girls head towards him with his hand. "if it makes you feel better, you can make it one person in the world that loves you."

"oh?" y/n raised an eyebrow, teasing the boy. "why's that?" scaramouche frowned from y/n's teasing. "because i do." a smirk landed on y/n's face. "you what?"

"shut the fuck up," scaramouche groaned, placing the girls head closer so their noses were touching. "you can't tell some stupid sad story about how nobody loves you and all that bullshit because i do."

"well, i don't like you." y/n said, pushing him away. the soft look on scatamouche's face quickly faded, his normal annoyed expression with a hint of sadness returned to his face.

scaramouche didn't know what to say, for once he was absolutely stunned. he never thought of the possibility that his confession wouldn't be accepted and returned.

he sat with the most awkward expression on his face, not uttering a word. he looked like childe every time scaramouche said something about his hair color, or how he couldn't pick up anybody because of how ugly he is.

y/n watched him, before bursting out in laughter. "what's so funny?" scaramouche hissed. "i was just kidding!" she laughed, "your face! it was so funny, i can't!"

"fuck you.." he muttered, a light blush covering his cheeks. he felt like a fool, she was laughing hysterically while he looked like childe's really bad sunburn he got the past summer.

"huh? what'd you say?" y/n asked, inching closer to scaramouche's face. "i said," scaramouche grumbled, moving his hand to put his hand on y/n's chin. "fuck you."

"boo, you're no fun." y/n frowned. "shut up." scaramouche hissed, placing a kiss onto y/n's lips.

once he pulled away, a smug smile was placed onto y/n's place as the last and final firework was shot into the air, a heart shaped one.

the two sat teasing each other as per usual, but this time lightheadedly. not out of spite or hate, just pure playfulness.

".. so, do you still hate me?"

"always."

END