Enchanted | Tighnari |

Breakfast Between Enemies

Loud knocking was heard on a wooden door, trying to wake up whoever lived in this one-floor house.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Hold your archons!" A tired (Y/n) huffed out, throwing the covers off of his figure, ignoring the fact he went to bed shirtless last night.

(Y/n) walked up to his house's front door while rubbing away at his eyes.

"What the fuck do you want?" (Y/n) rudely asked as he opened the door to whoever thought it was a good idea to wake him up at three in the damn morning.

Scaramouche blinked as he took in (Y/n)'s figure, realizing that the male he had needed to wake up, was now standing in front of him... shirtless.

"Put on a damn shirt!" Scaramouche shouted.

(Y/n) rolled his eyes as he turned away and walked off to find a shirt he had strewn off somewhere near the couch.

Scaramouche entered the house, closing the door behind him.

His indigo hues took in the house, wondering if this was where (Y/n) lived.

"And why the hell are you here at 3 am?" (Y/n) asked, now wearing a shirt.

Scaramouche scoffed as he narrowed his eyes at the taller male before him. "I'd rather start on the project now instead of in the next hour or two," he answered.

With a sigh, (Y/n) walked in the direction of his kitchen.

"Did you even hear me? I said–" Scaramouche started to shout, but was sent a deadly glare.

"I know what you said. I'm getting fucking food. I'm not skipping breakfast since I don't wanna faint in the middle of work," (Y/n) snapped back, already tired of Scaramouche's attitude.

Scaramouche stayed quiet as he sat down at the kitchen table.

It didn't take long for the sound of sizzling to erupt at the usual quiet house.

"You're a puppet, right? Do you even need to eat?" (Y/n) asked as he didn't even look over his shoulder.

Scaramouche furrowed his brows. "No, I don't need to eat, but I'm able to."

(Y/n) hummed quietly with a nod of his head.

Indigo eyes scanned across the kitchen, taking notice of how the quiet, but warm home felt comfortable to be in.

(E/c) eyes stayed forward as their owner kept his attention on the food before him, not wanting to burn breakfast.

Scaramouche's eyes then landed on a nearby photo that sat comfortably on the wall that sat down the hall.

Squinting his eyes, the Harbinger took notice of how the picture had a younger (Y/n) standing in the middle of two others who were sending each other looks.

(Y/n) clicked his tongue, having a feeling of what captured Scaramouche's attention. "That's my brother and a friend of mine," he states.

Scaramouche renders a glare onto the (H/c)-haired male's figure. "Did I ask you?" He rudely asked.

The (H/c)ette just rolled his eyes in annoyance as he finished breakfast. "No, but I could tell you wanted to at least say something about that photo," (Y/n) answered.

Scaramouche huffed lowly in annoyance as he watched (Y/n) walk over to the kitchen table he was sitting at, before placing a plate of food right in front of him.

(Y/n) stayed quiet as he placed his plate of food down before sitting across from Scaramouche.

Scaramouche eyed the food for a few seconds before lifting a fork and taking a forkful of the breakfast, and placing it into his mouth.

(Y/n) turned toward his breakfast, taking no notice of how Scaramouche's features seemed to have relaxed as the indigo-haired figure continued to eat his share of the food.

'Azar... I don't know what you're planning to do with this Harbinger. But I can tell that it's not a good idea.' (Y/n) mused as he took a bite of his food while lifting a hand to the side of his head, and pressing a button to the Akasha Terminal that was hidden by his strands of (H/c) locks.

Scaramouche watched as a screen appeared in front of (Y/n)'s eyes, reading whatever information the said (H/c)-haired male was given.

"What are you reading about?" Scaramouche finally asked, ticked off at the fact he was being ignored.

(Y/n) ignored the other male for a few seconds more before clicking the terminal off. "Dottore sent me instructions and more blueprints that I wasn't able to receive yet," he bluntly answered.

Scaramouche cocked a brow at that. "And he couldn't give it to you yesterday?" He scoffed.

(Y/n) casually shrugged his shoulders. "He said it was some "special" additions that needed to be added near the end of the project," he sighed.

Scaramouche glared down at his plate for a few seconds before standing up to his feet, a loud and forced screech from the chair skidding was heard.

"We've been here longer than I anticipated, let's leave."

(Y/n) blinked as he finished his breakfast before sighing heavily. "You head off first, I'll be right behind you."

Scaramouche grumbled angrily but left the house.

(Y/n) glanced over at the photo that Scaramouche was staring at not too long ago.

A small gentle smile sketched upon his lips as he looked between the two familiar figures.

"I miss you two... Tighnari and Cyno," (Y/n) whispered before deciding to clean up the dirty dishes.

The moon's light beamed down into the house, allowing the photo to brighten up.

It was a photo of three Akademiya students that knew each other well.

One of the figures in the photo went to work as General Mahamatra in the desert.

The second became a Forest Watcher.

And the third? An engineer who wished to be around those that truly cared for him, just for him to show them how much he truly cared for them back.