VALENTINES

ーTWO

you ran through the pouring rain, your legs and your lungs sore from the intense labour of running so hard

how could you forget?

your (h/l) (h/c) hair flew freely in the wind, as you tried your best to gather the loose locks behind your ears, so as to prevent them from blocking your vision

you had one hand holding your bag above your head, a futile attempt to prevent getting soaked from the downpour

as you slowly neared the school gates, your pace began to falter, your burning knees screaming at you to give them a break

fuck, now you really felt like you were running a mile.

you forced yourself to sprint to the back of the school, the guilt of leaving your supposed ' valentines ' hanging eating you up inside

as you turned the corner, you came to an abrupt stop, your hand slamming against the rough brick wall to balance yourself

was that.. haypasia..?

and.. scaramouche..?

together..?

you gasped, failing to conceal the noise as you slapped a hand over your mouth a second too late

you quickly ducked down behind a bench as scaramouche's head turned in your direction, his eyebrows furrowing as he seeked for the sound

haypasia was quick to bring his attention back on her, gripping his bicep so that he would be facing her again

scaramouche attempted to remove himself from her grasp on instinct, but her fingers tightened around his arm, and scaramouche was too tired to continue fighting back

a shit-eating grin adorned haypasia's face as her eyes met with yours peeking through the bench

you escaped scaramouche's view, but not haypasia's

you watched as a greenette flirted with the indigo-haired boy, smiling sweetly as she giggled continuously

she pulled him into a hug just moments later, nuzzling her nose into scaramouche's neck

you didnt know how to react.

you lowered your head so you were staring at the ground, tears pricking your eyes

why was he letting her do it ..?

did he like her too..?

why did you decide to like him when the opportunity to be with him was no longer there?

you never realise how much you need something until it's gone.

as you silently cried to yourself, you failed to capture scaramouche pushing haypasia off him, whilst glaring at her

haypasia walked past the bench you were at, kicking a few rocks in your direction "piece of filth. kuni will never love you"

you strained a smile at her, deciding you would rather sit on the bench instead of sit on the floor behind it

scaramouche walked over when he noticed you. he sat on one edge of the bench and you scooted over so you'd be on the opposite end

"hey" he spoke up after several moments of silence

"hi"

another few moments of silence passed, as scaramouche thought about what to say next

"it's kinda pathetic sitting on a bench by yourself in the rain"

you chuckled bitterly, wiping the tears from your face. no one would be able to tell in the rain anyway. "yeah, i guess."

another few moments of silence passed

"so.. you're waiting on someone..? or..?"

you pondered over his question for a moment. what were you doing here? if scaramouche wasn't your valentines, who else was going to show up to be? "um.. i'm not really sure myself"

"oh"

"yeah.."

it went silent again. you found it sort of humorous how it would go silent after barely 2 sentences being exchanged.

"me and haypasia aren't a thing, you know? i could never like that girl"

"that hug you shared earlier says otherwise"

you swore you heard scaramouche chuckle a little at this.

"i pushed her off. i guess you didn't see. she left with such a bitter look, i honestly thought she was going to pounce on me like a cat. you should've seen her"

you cracked a smile at this, covering your mouth with your hand to prevent laughing too loud

"no, cats are superior to haypasia. she doesnt deserve to be compared to them"

"mhh, you're right"

it went silent again, but this time it wasn't awkward. it was the comfortable silence of two hearts finally finding closure

"i.. i like you, you know?"

"you hesitated"

"well.. yeah, im nervous"

"i went out of my way to get you a (f/c)."

"so you like me back?"

"i even wrote you a note"

"you want to be my valentines?"

"i threw that pencil at tartaglia"

"you want me."

"iー yes."

"i knew it."

you smiled, putting your hand next to you on the bench, slowly sliding it over to scaramouche

scaramouche noticed your extended pinky, and almost instantly wrapped his around yours. it felt warm. it brought him happiness, and he smiled. a small smile

"so.. will you be my valentines?"

"do you even know what a valentines is?" you giggled, scaramouche scowling in return.

"ofcourse i do. it's someone you love or would like to have a romantic relationship with, according to Cambridge dictionary"

you snorted at this. "you're so skrunkly"

"what?"

"sorry, felt a bit silly. let my impulsive thoughts get to me"

"so.. be my valentine."

"that's more of a demand than a proposal"

"say yes."

"yes, i will be your valentines, scaramouche " you laughed at your exchange, a warm feeling enveloping you. "is this where we kiss?"

"if you want to" you smirked slightly at his answer, scooting next to him. you grabbed his collar with your hands, staring up at him at such close distance that your noses almost touched "your breath stinks"

"shut up." you moved one hand to below the side of his jaw at the base of his neck, as scaramouche leaned in to lock your lips in a sweet kiss

"you're a terrible kisser"

"shut up. you literally leaned in first. desperate mucー" before you could finish your sentence, scaramouche leaned in for another kiss, this time firmer

"stop talking"

"you're literally obsessed"

"maybe i am. you are my valentines now afterall"