└── 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫!

𝟑𝟎

Despite the silence between both Y/n and Scaramouche, it isn't as awkward and she'd anticipated. Only the tranquility filled the space between them, and even then it was more than welcome. The only sound heard every now and then was Rins's humming.

Rin's gaze remained on Scaramouche every so often, watching him intently, like a predator watching a prey, which seems more humorous to the older male than it is intimidating. The child clearly is scrutinising every little thing about his sister's friend.

The warm weather of the morning envelops the three of them, the sun shining down to embrace them all into an inviting hug of warmth. This comforts the female a little, the warmth dries away her previous tears and it creates a serene atmosphere that makes things look brighter for her both in atmosphere and in her head.

"We're here." She announces softly, her words bring Rin out of his childish thoughts too and he stares at his older sister, hesitating to go back inside the dreaded four walls of his home where he's been cooped up all week.

"No..." He says defiantly, shaking his head and refusing to go in, which makes the h/c girl roll her eyes and it makes Scaramouche smirk to himself. It's oddly satisfying to watch her coax her younger brother into doing something he clearly doesn't want to.

"I'll be in with you, give me a minute!" The firm but gentle hand on Rin's back seems to be enough guidance for him, because he rushes inside soon after and waits patiently.

"Are you okay now?" The words leave Scaramouche's mouth sort of awkwardly. He's never comforted a crying person before and quite frankly, he struggles to regulate his own emotions, so helping somebody else with theirs is a foreign concept.

Luckily for him, Y/n was not much different, which is surprising. He would've thought that such an extroverted person who has such natural charm would be good at things like emotions.

"Yeah, thanks...and for dropping me off! I didn't know you were so chivalrous." A giggle leaves the girls throat, a sound that makes a strange warmth resonate within Scaramouche's heart.

Before he can get another word out, she's wrapped her arms around him in an unfamiliar embrace. Scaramouche pauses momentarily finding that the odd sense of comfort that she's radiating is unfamiliar. He can't remember liking physical affection for years...nor had he ever expected the girl to hug him. Was he being a given another chance? A chance to prove himself?

In a strange trance of uncertainty, he brings his hand up to pat Y/n's back awkwardly. He immediately regrets and cringes at his actions, wishing that he'd instead reciprocated or maybe even rubbed instead of patting.

"Y/n!!" A more shrill voice comes from inside the house, they both turn to the source of the voice to realise that it's Rin.

"Bye, Scaramouche!" The warmth that he once felt disappears slightly as the female walks away, but not entirely. His heart is still knocking violently against his ribs from the encounter, and in place of the empty feeling in his chest, is now a warmer feeling. Even his eyes twinkle more from the girls embrace, a soft hopeful mixture of emotions being conveyed through the pools of indigo.

Scaramouche walks his way home, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his blue plaid pyjamas when he suddenly looks down at his attire and cringes yet again. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" He questions himself with a groan at his choice of clothing. He's never going out unprepared like this again!

As soon as he reaches the concrete block he calls his home, that comfort dissipates very quickly into nothingness. It's instead replaced by a feeling of dread when he sees his mother sitting inside, her arms crossed while she sits at the kitchen table with a solemn look on her face or perhaps it was somber.