you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other's throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you're both cast as each other's love interest in your second year of university you're forced to be civil with...
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You were weighing the cans of soda in your palms, trying to figure out which one has less so you can give that one to Scaramouche when you hear a sigh from the prop room.
You prepare yourself to tease Scaramouche about his hangover when you peek through the window to see Miss Lisa shaking her head down at Scaramouche.
"I'm disappointed, it's like you don't care about the production. You're the lead Kunikuzushi. I expect you to arrive on time and be ready to rehearse," Lisa lectures to a quiet Scaramouche.
"I apologize," Scaramouche mumbles, not bothering to correct her on his name.
"I forgive you, but if it occurs again I'm going to have to reconsider. I wasn't born yesterday, I can spot a hangover," she sighs, "Go on back to your dorm today, you're in no condition to rehearse."
You went rigid when you realized she was leaving so you awkwardly backed away from the door, doing a turn and pretending you just arrived.
"Hey Y/n," Lisa greets, pretending she didn't notice you eavesdropping, "If you need someone to run lines with come and find me."
You quickly nod as she walks off, heels clicking against the hardwood floor. You try not to stare at her retreating figure.
"You gonna berate me or what?" Scaramouche mutters, meeting you by the door.
