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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Heat waves
2:04 ───ㅇ───── 3:59 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ "Sometimes all I think about is you" School starts next week for me (on the 9th of August) and I'm not ready. I don't wanna be a Junior bro)
Y/N's POV
What was happiness? Scientifically, happiness is the reaction of the 'Happy Hormones', or Serotonin, dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin, in your brain that can reduce feelings of stress, anxiety, anger, depression, the list goes on. Though, everyone has their own definition of happiness. While not scientifically correct, it's the most correct to each individual person. Some may describe their happiness as their family, or maybe their money.
Me? Well, I'd describe my happiness as Scaramouche. The boy with indigo hair I had met during my first day of school two weeks ago. We had become best friends last week, and everything has been amazing so far, or so I thought.
I walked up to Scaramouche, but before I could even get a word out, he just walked away. Did I do something? My face held a puzzled expression as I stared at the boy. I could only sigh before walking away, my eyebrows furrowed.
The school day was long and stressful. I had been overthinking all day. What did I do? Why is he avoiding me? I kept my eyes on the ground as I was deep in thought, not paying attention. I bumped into someone, the very boy I was thinking about.
My eyes found their way to his face, taking in his features that I enjoyed looking at everyday. He looked ethereal. Quit admiring him! He's ignoring you! I tore my eyes away from him, muttering an apology for not paying attention. I picked up the sketchbook I had dropped, now leaving to go sit in silence during lunch.
I walked through the crowded halls, pushing my way past some of the students. I made my way to one of the side doors that lead to the outdoor garden. I walked outside, feeling the gentle breeze kiss my skin. My eyes landed on a bench, and I made my way over, sketchbook in hand.
Why am I like this? I was now sat the bench, trying to sketch something, anything. Nothing turned out how I wanted it to. I was getting more and more frustrated by the second. Fuck! I stared off into the distance, not realizing that I was still sketching.
I looked to my sketchbook, about to begin sketching once again, only to realize I had been sketching the entire time. I had been drawing Scaramouche without realizing. Why is he so attractive? I take a closer look at the drawing, my eyes locked onto it. It... turned out good.
Maybe he's my muse.
My eyebrows furrowed as a sigh escaped from my lips. What good is a muse if they ignore you? I was upset, confused, frustrated. I didn't understand why he was ignoring me. Everything was perfectly fine before, so why did things have to change now?
Standing up, I decided to go ahead and leave school early, not feeling like spending the day with my muse. The school wasn't strict about leaving during the middle of the day, as long as you stayed until at least lunch time. I hurriedly made my way to my locker after texting Diluc and Kaeya that I'd be walking home early.
I grabbed my bag from my locker and headed toward the office, signing out before leaving. The walk home was silent, but I didn't mind. I liked the silence sometimes, it gave me time to think.
Scaramouche's POV
A frustrated sigh escaped my lips. Why won't he leave my mind? All I can think about is (Y/N)! For the past few days, I couldn't do anything without (Y/N) crossing my mind. It was getting frustrating. I decided I needed to figure out why this was, and ignore him whenever he tried to contact me, until i figure it out. Ignoring him is really hard, though.
