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♪ 𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 ♪
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"𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐-"
"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚎."
You had to say goodbye to an old friend in the past, only...
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"Kuni what are you-"
"Why is your mom trying to set you up with those two idiots?" He seemed irritated.
"Why were you eavesdropping?" I ignored his question with my own.
"I wasn't eavesdropping, I was going to bring that plate you forgot idiot." He nodded toward the plate on my desk.
My mouth formed into an 'O' and we stood awkwardly while Scaramouche kept me trapped between him and the wall against my back.
"Do you still like me?" He asked bluntly. He didn't say anything else after that which left me a little confused.
"In what way...?" I mustered the strength to question.
"As more than a friend." He leaned closer with apathetic eyes and I couldn't even picture what he was thinking.
"What-?"
"You have never left my mind Y/n. I don't care how young I was, I just knew I missed you. And I don't care how soon or abrupt this is, just answer."
Scaramouche still had me backed into a wall and I fumbled on my words as I tried to form a response. The small space between us was entrancing and I couldn't guarantee if I did view him as more than a friend or not.
It was true that Kunikuzushi would always hold a considerable place in my heart. But it had been 7 years and I felt it was too soon to decide.
"I'm not sure..." I answered honestly and looked away.
"You were jealous, were you not? That has to mean something." He referred to the earlier conversation.
"I just got here... let's just start off as friends again."
Still refusing to meet his eyes in such an unorthodox situation, Scaramouche sighed and dropped his head. He backed away and looked at me.
"Ok, fine." His face was unreadable so I wasn't sure if I upset him or not.
I wasn't sure if I should feel guilty or not but I did.
"Don't feel bad. I know you're gonna." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
"Sorry-"
"I just said don't feel bad." He rolled his eyes and sat back down. "Do you have a phone?" He grabbed his and swiped on it.
"Yeah." I grabbed it from my pocket in case he wanted my number.
"Let me see it." He outstretched his arm for me to hand my phone to him. I handed it to him and he typed for a minute before handing it back.
"I'm going now, text me later if you want."
"What? Wait-" Scaramouche already walked out of the room and I glanced down at my phone where he had typed his number on a new contact.
