Step On Me | Scaramouche x Reader

Distanced favours

"Collei, grab me a bandage. A small one, please. You know where to find it."

Tighnari was now simply just examining the wound, his gloved fingers poking and prodding at your skin. Your cheeks were flushed red, it was a little uncomfortable being put on the spot, especially since it was only a cut.

"Small, yet deep... hmh.. the bleeding is never ending.."

He reached for some cotton, gathering a small amount, the fluff resting in between his thumb and index finger. He pressed it firmly against your cut, snickering at the way your eyebrows furrowed and how you were kicking him away.

"Okay, okay. Keep still now, this'll stop the bleeding"

With a sigh, you relaxed and let him do his thing, enjoying the special treatment you were receiving.

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To say Scaramouche was ticked off was an understatement. He had to fight off every urge to yell at the other students with him, though he didn't want to drag attention to him so he decided to keep a low profile. It was early into the night, the group gathered around the lit stove chatting away merrily, not focusing much on the cooking assignment at hand.

How useless, Scaramouche thought, to be cooking meals that weren't anywhere near to his taste. He hasn't uttered a word as of now, working solemnly wanting it to be over with.

This particular activity wasn't required for his work in the akademiya, some students down by the road had dragged him into some cooking interest group, and he made much more food than intended.

The laughter of the group eventually died down, then paying attention to the food on the portable stove.

"Wait-huh? When did you-" a female amongst them began to speak, pushing her square framed glasses up the curve of her nose.

"Continue on yourselves, not my fault you weren't paying attention"

He was already boxing up a small portion of the food, unsure of what to do with it.

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In the end, Scaramouche had ultimately came to the conclusion to gift the food he made to someone who had better use for it. Given that you and Aether were his only acquaintances, he addressed the food to you along with a simple letter to the both of you. ( though he was thinking of you mostly)

Scaramouche fiddled with his pen in frustration. He kept the glass pen hovering over the page, not knowing how to phrase his letter.

As he was spaced out, drops of rich bronze ink puddled on the sheet of thin paper. Upon hearing the oddly calming dripping of the ink, Scaramouche snapped out of his trance. He sank into the emerald green cushions of his desk chair, letting out an irritated groan in the process. He harshly crumbled up the paper, tossing it across the moderately sized room.

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It's only a short chapter as I already have the next one prepared, real interaction now.
It took everything in me not to add some Tighnari x mc with his fluffy ears <3

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