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♡❥♥︎the person behind the mask♥︎❥♡

Description: All his life Scaramouche has worked to be the splitting Image of perfection, perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect personality, he was even the head of the student council; All to reach his mother's standards and earn her praise. Ajax on the other hand has grown an interest in the person below this perfect mask. (A bit of everything yay-!! Afab terms for his bits btw so yk also sorry Ei for making you an asshole in this, ily girly<3 this thing is long af- took me bloody forever) TW:Suicide mentions and transphobia

         He stared deeply into the mirror, the image of perfection staring back. A reflection he loathed; no matter how hard he tried it was never enough, never enough for her. That wouldn't stop him from trying in the end, playing this part that wasn't him. it was like an obsession... like every compliment, every perfect score, every heart he won would bring him closer to earning who's love he truly desired; The love of his mother which he had once lost.

        He sighed breaking the staring contest he was having with himself, smoothing down the wrinkles in his shirt. He looked into the mirror once more stretching his face into a pleasant grin; a perfect unbreakable mask which conceals his true agony and self-hatred within.

      Scara headed downstairs, spotting his mother Ei with his younger sister Mei. She paid no mind to him, all her attention focused on brushing out the knots from Mei's silky purple hair. It felt almost as if someone had stabbed a dagger through his heart, watching his mother treat Mei with such adoration and gentleness never failed to pain him. (mommy issues whoopsies)

     He had learned at this point not to bother with regarding his mother with a good morning; all he would get in return was a cold dead silence. Scara left for school in a haste, slinging his book bag over his slender shoulder; He wished no longer to watch them.

     The walk to school was never pleasant. irritating flies flocking around him, bothering him with their parties and their idiotic ideas for school events. The boy wished so dearly that they'd all just shut up and leave him be, but despite all this he regarded them kindly; Showing a false sense of interest, beaming and laughing at their weak jokes all the way up to the front gate.

      At his High-school, The students practically worshipped the ground he walked on. Scara was at the top of the social pyramid; He was the student council president that the whole school adored for his perfect doll-like looks, his charming sweet personality, his important family, his luxury items and top scores in all his classes. Even the teachers had taken a liking to him. It all still wasn't enough in the end, he wanted her to look at him like she used to; like he was all that mattered to her.  

     The day was long, hard and utterly depressing, it seemed almost never ending. He sat in one of the stalls of the boy's bathroom, his face in his palms. Scara was determined not to cry but he couldn't help it, he was just too tired. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he sobbed silently letting out his exhaustion.

"Yo are you good-?"

      He froze. A uncomfortable silence hung in the air then a knock, He quickly wiped away his tears "yeah yeah.. I'm perfectly fine" despite all his experience, he really didn't sound too convincing. "Well then okay" said the voice seemingly walking away.

     He waited patiently for a few minutes before leaving the stall, but to his horror there stood a tall, well built boy, with freckled tan skin, piercing blue eyes and a mop of fluffy ginger hair. He knew Ajax well, he had quite the reputation of being a delinquent; Someone he couldn't get tangled up with.

       A smug look painted across his face, he spoke "Well hello president, fancy seeing you here" Ajax mocked.  Scara scowled, unknowingly breaking character "What the fuck do you want-?!'' the indigo haired boy spat; his voice filled with venom. Ajax laughed as if this all amused him "Who knew you had such a bite to you-?" Scara's anger faltered, he ceased to speak; looking  down at his feet in shame.