The rest of the period passed by in a blur for Scaramouche
Soon enough the bell rang and he was free to go, almost.
"Scara!"
"Ginger."
"Rude, but hurry up or we'll be late!" the other was standing across the short hallway tapping his shoes but his yelling made it feel like he was right next to Scara's ear
"Jeez, calm yourself it's just a club" Scara said looking around at the remaining students that were still lingering and collecting things from their lockers
He didn't understand it, he couldn't, why some students would purposely stretch out the inevitable of going home just to hang around this miserable place for a few more minutes. It didn't make sense to him why they would want to stay trapped here longer than they had to, what did they gain from it? What's in it for them? The students getting things from their lockers that wasn't even in it, the students down the hall asking the 20 something year old teacher how to get extra credit, the 'secret' couple that are cheating on their public partners with each other making out in the corner they think no one can see, the skateboarders spray painting the same spot they did last week. It didn't make sense to Scaramouche, not anymore.
Childe dragged Scara to the fatui 'club' meeting where they were met with Scara's possibly least favourite person in the world - Dottore
"Decided to stop by?" the smile on his face made him look so punchable to Scara
'This going to be a long hour'
With a final grunt of annoyance Scara swung the door open.
He yawned as he finally left the building, starting his journey to the motel he managed to find for the night
His mother had suggested moving out when he became a freshman, claiming that he would need his own space to focus on his studies, at the time he chose to believe her and follow her suggestion, but over time he learnt through his visits home on the holidays that what she really meant was that she needed the space. She had split his room into 2 and divided it between herself and his sister while using the excuse that "your sister is getting older she needs more space." or "Miko needs the space for her belongings." It shouldn't have surprised him since most of his life was negotiating with his family only to end up with nothing. It shouldn't hurt so much, but it does
He unlocked the door to his motel room he managed to afford to find his cat, Neko, curled up waiting for him (Yes its Neko from the shrine in Inazuma)
Neko isn't actually his cat but he had found Scara during a night in the park and seemed to grow attached
He quickly showered and got a change of clothes, throwing the dirty ones in the washing machine
Neko came up, rubbing against Scara's hand as he put some cat food into a small dish he found in a drawer
Checking the fridge for something simple to cook for himself instead of spending money on some chefs cooking that would cost more than the room, but found himself empty handed
Neko listened while he ate as his owner strung curses together as he left the room to change again, this time into something other than PJs
Scara remerged from the bedroom in his favourite pair of skinny black ripped jeans, black vans, that black sleeveless bodysuit that Neko has never seen off his owners body, and his favourite white jip-up hoodie from that one band 'DKZ' that was currently halfed jipped and hanging off one of his shoulders
Scara grabbed his phone, room key and enough money he assumed could get him some ramen at the very least, making sure to put a 'do not disturb' sign on the door on his way out since the motel didn't allow for pets and he had to sneak Neko in .
Walking up to the closest 7eleven to the motel, Scara noticed only 2 cars in the parking lot
'understandable it is..' he pulled out his phone to check the time '10:37pm?!'
'Shit, that stupid meeting took longer than i realised' he put his phone back in his hoodie pocket looked around at the practically empty car park
he assumed the car closest to the front of the store belongs to the worker inside
and the other one..
is Kazuha's
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फैनफिक्शनScaramouche was a quiet person, for the most part that is. He never went out of his way to be a problem to those that weren't overly annoying assholes, unlike a specific ginger that always gets on his nerves. So why? Why was he so pissed over one bo...
