𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 || Alternate ending

A Heart Adorn Only For Her | 18

Often times, you'd wonder, why was Scaramouche so hated? As the son of such a well respected woman, he should be looked highly upon. Why were the students so cruel? Furthermore, why is his mother, the principal, turning a blind eye to her son's situation?

You didn't understand. Why was Kunikuzushi, the young boy who despises weakness, sitting beside you now on the sandy grounds of the beach, shamefully wiping his tears?

He sniffs, staining the sleeves of his expensive Yukata with his warm tears, slightly smudging his eyeliner as he whipped his eyes. Leftover food and milk dripped down from his head. "Fuck, I hate this, I look pathetic.." He mutters to himself, visibly frustrated and upset.

You couldn't help but sit there awkwardly, occasionally glancing at Scaramouche.

"..I left you alone at a food stand for 5 minutes, and I come back to find you looking like a total mess." You say, staring pitifully at the crying boy. His ears were red, it was clear that he was incredibly embarrassed crying in front of you. But he couldn't stop his tears from flowing. He hated feeling vulnerable.

"It was those fuckers from school again, fucking assholes, fuck I hate them." Scaramouche spat angrily.

"Hey, you're cursing a lot—"

"Get off my back, bitch!" He snaps back, allowing his temper to get the best of him. You were immediately taken aback by his reaction, your eyes slightly widening. "Gosh, you're acting as if I'm the one who smashed your head into the food stand." You scoff, leaning your head onto the palm of your hand as you look away.

"Just shut up." Scaramouche says quietly, clenching his hand tightly.

A heavy sigh escapes pass your lips before you reached into your kimono, taking out a clean handkerchief. "Turn your head." You tell the young boy, scotching closer to him, your eyes softening as you catch a glimpse of Kunikuzushi's teary expression. "...Come on." You say, however he turned his head away from you. "No." Scaramouche mumbles, not wanting you to see him in such an awful state.

You gently place a hand on his cheek, turning his head to look at you. His soft, glossy violet eyes locked with yours. They were swollen from the last half an hour he's been sobbing.

You sigh before gently pressing the handkerchief onto Kunikuzushi's cheeks, carefully wiping off the crumbs and milk that soiled his face his fair skin.

The soft touch of your hands delicately cleaning his face sparked a warm feeling in Kunikuzushi's chest. This unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting feeling made the young boy almost melt into your touch. Kunikuzushi wasn't used to affection, it felt odd to him... yet for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to pull away.

"Scaramouche, why are you so hated?" you finally asked— a question that has been persistently lingering in your mind since the week you met him.

Hearing this, his expression waver. A look of shame now written across his face. For a brief moment, he opened his mouth to speak but immediately stops. A gap lingered between his lips as he froze in hesitation, a lump forming inside his throat.

"...how is that any of your business?!"

Scaramouche raises his voice, he sounded almost frantic.

A soft sigh escapes past your lips. Though disappointed, a part of you had already anticipated this response. "Fine, fine, I won't ask again." You say before quickly wiping the rest of the crumbs off his face. "Come on," You stood up, grabbing the young boy's hand. "You should go wash off your face," you suggest, bringing him over to the shore of the beach.

In the reflection of the water, Scaramouche crouches down and begins splashing water on his face. His appearance disgusted him. At the thought of him being so helpless, he almost vomited.