Scaramouche x Male! reader - "I'd rather be in my grave" : College Au!!

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴊᴇʀᴋ

. . . A week later

The cafeteria was busy as usual, with students having conversations with their group of friends and the sounds of trays filling the space. You were seated at your usual table, sitting with Heizou and Kazuha while Itto was nowhere to be found. "Where the hell is Itto?" you muttered, glancing around the cafeteria to see if you could spot the familiar white-haired man. Unfortunately for you, you didn't see him anywhere.

"Knowing him, he's probably causing chaos somewhere." Heizou chuckled, catching the attention of Kazuha-He was writing short poems in his notebook, seemingly to be busy with school work but a small smile graced his lips, "I wouldn't be surprised..."

Later the cafeteria doors opened wide, revealing Itto walking in proudly along with a ginger you knew all too well-Childe... What was he doing with Itto? "Seems like he made a new friend." Heizou commented as you let out a sigh, guess it's time for more chaos. "YO, guess what?! I met this dude in my gym class, and he's awesome! Say hi to my new bro, Childe!" Itto introduced excitedly, taking a seat while Childe followed. He had a smug smirk playing on his face, waving his hand in a way that just screamed cockiness.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." Childe greeted, a grin drawing itself on his face as Kazuha gave him a small nod in response. Heizou, however, gave him a suspicious look, trying to read every bit of him like a detective would-typical Heizou... Meanwhile, you gave him a deadpanned look, looking at him with no interest as Childe just smiled.

Itto oblivious to the reactions he just received, grinned as he wrapped an arm around Childe's shoulders before continuing enthusiastically, "So Childe had invited us all to this fancy restaurant tonight! His group and our group together, it'll be epic!"

You let out a groan, of course Scaramouche is going to be there. However, before you could protest, Itto began his rambling about how excited he was and how awesome it would be. Deciding not to ruin Itto's excitement with your complaints, you stayed silent, you can put up with Scaramouche for a little while...

Right...?

- At the Restaurant -

When you arrived, the atmosphere was just screaming "wealth" loud and clear. The velvet colored chairs, chandeliers hanging and dripping with crystals, and polished marble floors. This was more expensive than you were used to, and you didn't expect Childe to be the type who enjoyed such luxury.

As you looked around, you saw your group of friends sitting around at a table, looking a bit out of place among the rich patrons. You took a seat next to Chiori, starting a small conversation with her until Scaramouche took a seat next to you-Ugh, of course you and Scaramouche had to sit next to each other tonight, but, for some reason, you weren't feeling as irritated as you thought you'd be.

The night progressed and everyone seemed to be having a good time as laughter was heard along the table. You, meanwhile, was busy listening to Chiori rant about the new design she has been working on. You were nodding along, but then you suddenly felt Scaramouche's knee brush against yours. You originally thought of it as a mistake, an accident, but when the touches began to happen over and over again, you started to think otherwise. Then, his hand was fully rested on your thigh-what the hell was he doing?!

You stiffed at Scaramouche's touch; however, you refused to give him a reaction he oh so craved. Turning around to face him, you expected to see that annoying smug face of his, but he wasn't even facing you! He was busy chatting with Childe, acting like nothing was happening-what a prick...

His fingers were beginning to press against your thigh as you tried to scramble your thoughts together. Was he jealous..? No, that doesn't make sense. Why would he be jealous? Maybe he's trying to embarrass you? But... Yet again, the way he was kept his hand hidden under the table while making sure the others don't see also doesn't make sense. It was almost as if he was trying to keep this a secret... Maybe it was idle teasing? However, the way his hand was pressing against your thigh said more possessive than teasing.

Oh! Maybe- "Hey, are you even listening?" Chiori's voice broke through your thoughts, as you turned to face her, "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?" you lied through your teeth. Even though Chiori wasn't convinced, she continued on with her rambling and talking about her lastest fashion design. And let's be honest, you weren't listening to a single word, your focus was elsewhere.

Your mind was still on Scaramouche's hand, who's now slowly going up your thigh. 'Two can play at that game...' you thought to yourself before crossing your legs and trapping his hand in-between your thighs. You felt him pause for a while, seemingly to be surprised by your move. His finger twitched slightly, before he attempted to remove his hand from your thighs. Of course, you didn't allow that and just tightened your grip-There's no way you'd allow him to end the game once you started playing...

Across the table, Rosalyne's sharp eyes noticed how oddly close the both of you were. She watched curiously as Scaramouche's hand stayed hidden, but she could tell something was off. "Looks like Scaramouche is having fun." she whispered, leaning closer to Childe as he looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Take a closer look." Rosalyne gestured towards the two of you as Childe's gaze followed. It didn't take long for him to notice. "He's got his hand somewhere it shouldn't be~" she teased, smirking with mischief while Childe chuckled softly. "Never knew enemies would do that kind of stuff together."

Rosalyne laughed along; however, you and Scaramouche still kept at the quiet tension simmering between the both of you, oblivious to the fact you both had been spotted. "You're playing a dangerous game here~" you heard Scaramouche tease as you turned your head towards him. He wasn't facing you, but you could tell that his words were directed towards you. "Says the one who started it..." you scoffed.

Suddenly, you felt Scaramouche pinch your inner thigh, causing you to quickly release his hand as he pulled back. Scaramouche, of course, was relieved to see his hand finally free; however, you were left feeling infuriated by his move. "Jerk..." you muttered underneath your breath, as Scaramouche simply gave you an amused smirk in response.

Author note: Sorry for making this over a week late, I was feeling unmotivated and lazy for the past three weeks and I still do now. But I felt kind of bad making you all wait for so long, so I kind of forced myself to make this chapter (sorry if it's bad, I didn't really have any ideas)

Anyways have a wonderful day :'D