Roommates [CHISCARA]

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Scaramouche sighed, stepping out of his car, slamming the door shut, his shoes splashed the rain water on the parking lot ground, and he hoisted the trunk open, his arms straining as he dragged out his suitcase, he groaned, knowing that he had to be carrying that thing all the way to the third floor of the college dorms. He grabbed his backpack, and slammed the trunk shut, a bit moody since classes started the next week after he moved in. He checked his phone to see a email, from the counselor,

"Good afternoon Scaramouche, I'd like to inform you that a couple days ago, a male has signed up to be your roommate, I apologize for the late notice, If there's any problems, feel free to contact me, thank you."

Scara gripped his phone tightly, having the urge to just throw it at someone for all he could care, he was planning on nobody moving in with him, having all that freedom. But, he would have to make do to get through the semester.

Scara started walking to the stairs of the dorm, his legs were fragile right now, from sitting in his car, doing nothing but driving miles from his home just to get to this college, he had mindlessly applying to with his friends in high school, not actually thinking he would get accepted into this one. He let out a small sigh of relief as he saw the elevator, he was glad he didn't have to go walk up the stairs to the third floor, with his heavy ass suitcase. He silently walked into the elevator, seeing nobody in there, he clicked the button to his correct floor, as it started going up, he glanced at the poster on the wall of the elevator, it wasn't really anything important, so he ripped it off for the fun of it, the elevator door opened, and he walked past dozens of rooms. The number '319...319...319..' played in his head as he looked at the numbers on the wooden doors.

He found the entrance to room 319, finally he sighed, and opened the door, half-expecting to see someone, and of course, he was right, there, stood a tall ginger, about 6'1 Scara guessed, and froze.

"Childe?!" Scara half-yelled, not really wanting to get a warning. The orange haired man turned to look at the boy, a sneaky grin crawling on his face.

"Ah, well if it isn't Scara~"

"Mouche."

"Okay Mouche."

Scara hissed, they've known each other since middle school, and ever since Childe decided to  be a little funny, and make Scara insecure of himself in front of everyone, they hated each other.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Scara hissed, his eyes darting to the floor, he really didn't want to be here right now, but he always knew he could make a call to just.. swap the rooms.

But, he could take the time, to give revenge to the bitch who made him so insecure.

Childe darted his dark blue eyes at Scara, it wasn't dark outside het, so Scara would probably have to spend time with Childe.

"Whatever dumbass, i'm going to my room." 

Scara mumbled before speeding off to his room, he walked into Childes room on accident, he didn't know the place, he went to the room across from it, seeing an empty bed frame, with a mattress, a dresser, a desk, and a window, he closed his door, making sure Tartaglia heard it before slumping on the bed, it took all his will power to not bang his head against a wall. To get his mind off negative thoughts, he decided to unpack, cleaning wasn't a hard task for him after all, he didn't really care. He put his clothes in the correct drawers, and realized he left the bedsheets in the car, if he wanted to be comfortable, he would have to go out his room and see Childe again, he sighed, grabbed his keys, and opened the door to the room.

"Miss me already?" Childe smiled, right behind Scara, putting his hand on his violet hair, the puppet like man froze, and darted an eye at Childe.

"Get off me or i'll kick your ass."

"Like you could take me."

"Just wait till later I swear to god."

Childe rolled his eyes and let go of Scaramouche, taking a few steps back.

Scaramouche sighed and opened the door, slamming it shut behind him. He went down stairs, and holy fuck it was freezing, his grit his teeth together as he got into the elevator, the metal surrounding him didn't help much either. As the elevator descended, he couldn't help but whine about how Childe HAD to be his roommate, out of all people. The elevator arrived at the bottom floor, he looked up at the sky to see it was completely dark, the moon was covered by clouds, he huffed quietly, and increased his pace as he walked towards the cars. He popped open the trunk, taking out the bedsheets, and comforter, before slamming the trunk, like he did an hour ago, he had trouble lifting it up, where was Childe when you needed him, obviously not fucking here.

He dragged it to the elevator, tossing it in, he panted, reaching the arm up to click the third button, sitting on the case as he waited, when it finally made a noise, he got off of the case, and dragged it back into his room. He bursted open the door and tried dragging it to his room, Childe watching, trying not to burst out a laugh.

"Nice ass."

"Shut it!"

Scara made it to the room and leaned against it once he closed the wooden door, he sighed, he unzipped the case and started making his bed, tossing in the sheets and the silk pillow cases, he knew his body was attractive, and he'd like to keep it that way. He decided to go shower, he opened his drawers, taking out a pair of boxers, shorts, and a tee. He grabbed one of his towels and headed toward the bathroom. Once he was in there he closed the door, and turned on the shower, undressing as he waited for it to heat up. It took a moment, but as soon as the water turned hot, he jumped in, sighing as the warm water hit his back, he washed his hair, his hair was thick, so he struggled a bit before finally finishing it until the water dripping from his hair was now clear, he conditioned it, let it sit for a minute or two, and rinsed, he scrubbed his body, and turned off the water, the cold air hitting him as he stepped out of the shower grabbing the towel quickly and wrapping it around his body. He grumbled quietly to himself, and slipped into his boxers once he was dry enough, he tossed on a tee and his shorts, then walked out of the bathroom after he brushed his hair.

"Took you long enough." Childe smirked, then his eyes locked on the towel is Scaramouches hand. He didn't really pay attention to if, he just zoned out.