❛❛𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜..𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚.❜❜ 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴.
Social anxiety ridden Y/n decides that this year he will get a shared dorm. What will he do when his roommate is a major people hater?
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!Warning¡ This chapter contains: -mentions of child neglect. -Sad scara :c -Fighting -heated scenes
[I do NOT own any music or characters mentioned in this chapter]
(A.n: haha...hi everyone..haha... so I'm back..haha... I hope you guys enjoy the chapter..!! And there may or may not be a Christmas special..)
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Scara brushes some hair out of your face, smirking at you smugly. Your face turns a hard crimson red, you think to yourself.. how did you manage up being pinned down by the one and only Scaramouche.
Thirty minutes ago...
The day was finally over, and after that whole mess in the lunch room, you were more than over joyed to get home. Though you weren't exactly expecting a puffy faced scaramouche staring at you in his pajamas with a mug of hot black coffee in his hand.
"Uh...hi." That was all that came out, but you didn't understand why that's all you could say. Maybe it was because of his sad face, or that he's wearing your sweater, or maybe even the fact his pajamas are just a bunch of cat- wait... rewind.. he's wearing your sweater?
"Hi." Scaramouche mumbles back to you and walks over to the couch. Watching as he goes to sit down you frown slightly. You didn't mean to but he looked so miserable.. but you weren't going to ask about.
So you walk to your room, set your stuff down, and walk out. As you turn the tv on you feel eyes staring, watching your every move. Now here's the tricky part, was it the cat or scaramouche...
When you turn around you see scaramouche looking at you funny. Sweat-dropping you look at him and gulp.
"Would you like to talk about it..?" You ask quietly, almost above a whisper.
He shakes his head.
"No. I just want to take my mind off for a while." He admits and looks up at the ceiling.
"Well.. have you ate?"
"Not hungry."
You frown, it must be something not good for him to not have an appetite anymore. With a few strides you sit on the couch beside him, turning on South Park. Taking a quick drink of the water you had sitting on the coffee table.
"What is this commoner show." Scaramouche mumbles. Making you nearly spit out the water you were drinking.
"'Commoner show' is absolutely insane." You reply, out of the corner of your eye though, you see a small smile. You can help but smile softly as well.
