Inappropriate Questions | SCARAMOUCHE × FEM!READER

CHAPTER 1

setting ;
school

time :
2:46 P.M.

What are you two?

"Hey." Scaramouche whispered into Y/N's ear as she groggily muttered under her breath with her eyes quivering lightly for a few seconds.

Scaramouche laughed to himself as he stared at the sleepy girl's face. Her head rested on her arms. She thought that their seat's table was too uncomfortable to rest her head on.

They were currently in an empty classroom that nobody whatsoever visits. Nobody except Y/N and Scaramouche, apparently.

"Time to get up, darling. Recess is almost over. Let's go." Y/N mumbled a response and attempted to lift her body off the table, but it was to no avail. She soon, returned into the fantasy realm of her dreams.

"Ah.. Fine." He gently placed his hands around her waist and pulled her up on her feet, but still carried her nonetheless.

He shook her body gently until she soon woke up, surprised as to why she was on her feet.

"Hey, you're up now. Might as well get moving. Come on." Scaramouche stretched out and offered his hand for Y/N to take.

But as soon as their hands make contact with each other, someone bursted into the empty classroom and exclaimed with their index finger pointing towards the indigo haired boy.

"Aha! Found you!—... Two?.." A loud and tall ginger haired boy paused at the entrance of the classroom.

He paused. Eyes widening at the sight. Two students right before him, and they're known as academic rivals! But they seem very.. close.

He thought it was quite weird that he expected to see only one of them hanging out in the empty classroom. But two? Alone? And one of them is a woman!

"Childe. Hallway. Now." The tall ginger head obliged and made his way back to the hallway from which he came from. Scaramouche soon followed, not before kissing Y/N's forehead.

The two awkwardly stood infront of each other in the hallway no student ever walked into during this particular hour. Why? It's recess. The cafeteria exists.

"Pretend you didn't see anything. We weren't doing anything." Scaramouche threatened. However, Childe remained unfazed at his schoolmate's attempt to scare him.

"Oh? That's not what I saw. Eyes don't deceive, comrade." Childe smirked, teasingly. He lifted his head a little higher so he'd be looking down on his fellow companion.

"One, don't call me that. We may attend the same school, but trust me. My position is damn higher than yours. Two, you are to address me formally in public you insolent pest! AND Three, you swear on your life that you saw nothing. That wasn't a question, it was an order. Got that?"

"Fine. Understood, Scaramouche. But, allow me to ask you: What are you two? You and Y/N." Childe crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, awaiting the answer he had been expecting from Scaramouche.

"We're.. dating."

"Oh I know. I just wanted to hear you say it."

"WHAT!?"

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Classes resumed and students were pressed against one another to get to their respective classrooms. Why? Because of one particular student: Scaramouche Raiden.