❝𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬❞ 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚

◦ (06) Chance? ◦

Tw: swearing.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

╭─────╮17th of December.
11:23 a.m

„I fucking swear something's wrong with this guitar" The dark-indigo-haired boy groaned, trying to tune his electric guitar but to no avail. His complaints were not dismissed by one of his band members, which happened to be Xiao. The short-dark-haired boy with teal highlight strands went over to Scaramouche once he put down his flute. Xiao was used to his friend's antics that's why he always knew how to handle his anger.

"Did you try to change the strings?" Xiao asked simply, crossing his arms.

"I did, but it didn't help" Scaramouche rubbed his face and put the guitar aside. For some reason Xiao felt that something was off with his friend. He seemed odd and even more pissed off than usual. Just then Scaramouche's phone buzzed. The boy looked over at his phone and clicked his tongue after, hiding the device to his pocket. Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Scaramouche in suspicion. He didn't understand why his friend was acting this way so he had to took the risk.

"Who was it?"

"Huh?" Scaramouche raised his head to Xiao, confused."Ah, that...no one" The dark-indigo haired boy stated, with his voice dripping in irration.

"Don't lie to me. You're different than usual, Scara" Xiao said sternly, crossing his arms once more. Scaramouche's brows furrowed, he was nearly at the edge of snapping at him, but he controlled himself.

"How am I different? You're just making stuff up to annoy me" He groaned, grabbing the guitar once more to try to fix it.

Xiao let out a "tch" and rolled his eyes. He had to push Scaramouche more, even if it ended with a fight. His eyes scanned the room, until they landed on Kazuha. The white-haired boy vented to Xiao that Y/n didn't reciprocated his feelings and with that he knew why Scaramouche was upset. He looked at the dark-indigo haired boy again. "To be honest, I haven't seen you with Y/n lately. And you two are always together" Scaramouche widened his eyes and stood up from his chair. Xiao knew he crossed the line, but it seemed like he hit a nail with it.

„Shut up" Scaramouche groaned with anger in his eyes.

"She's that "no one", isn't she?" Xiao said confidently, making Scaramouche clench his fists. The dark-indigo-haired boy stayed silent, only glaring at his friend. What was he supposed to say? Deny everything even though Xiao could see right through him?

After a short silence that seemed like a two hour nightmare if anything, Scaramouche sighed defeated and nodded his head.

"Yeah, it's her" He said, avoiding eye contact with Xiao and spotting Kazuha who was talking with Aether. His eyes squinted as his fists started to clench again out of his control. He felt an indescribable emotion towards his white-haired friend, remembering that he took Y/n to spend some time alone. His mind was occupied with thoughts of what they could be doing that day. "What if he touched her or kissed her?" He thought to himself, but soon went back to reality when Xiao snapped his fingers in front of the boy's face.

"I was talking to you, dumbass"

"What?" Scaramouche looked at him and frowned. "What do you want me to say? I told you it's about her" He said with a grimace, making Xiao rolled his eyes.