└── 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫!

𝟑𝟒

Memories.

What is love if not shared with the person who is dear to you? Love would subdue any other unpleasant recollections she had. They'd been buried under the comforting suffocation of love which wrapped its strong arms around her neck and squeezed until the negative emotions had been drained from her being. It was overwhelming in the most pleasant way possible– a sensation that filled the dark corners of her mind with gentle intensity.

Those feelings were in the form of a human.

It had seemingly started from a stupid joke, a love that would've surely remained unrequited and the culprit anonymous. Hidden behind a screen, there was nothing more discreet she could've done. Or perhaps it had started because of the forgiving nature that cupid had bestowed upon her? Nevertheless, the love that swelled within her, pumped through her veins and then reminded her of the life she'd forgotten she could enjoy so much was because of a bond etched deep into their beings; their intertwined feelings of vulnerability being what partially rooted them

Scaramouche's hair, tousled from a disturbed sleep which had now been rudely interrupted, is standing in all his glory, eyes half squinted due to the natural sunlight illuminating his features perfectly which bathes him in a soft golden glow. The apartment, warm with the scent of freshly baked muffins out the oven, brings a slight pull of his lips. Then, he reaches down to ruffle the hair of the child hanging from his waist; the culprit who had so mischievously shook him awake giggles childishly.

Home, not a place, but the people which constantly inhibited Y/n's mind. Her brother, Rin and Scaramouche were the two individuals whom she'd found solace within. Their presence has managed to soothe her, and Scaramouche had long become her unwavering anchor of support and love. She no longer needs to seek refuge from 'home' because her home was two people where conversations flowed, laughter danced freely and her weariness was no longer a shadow that constantly loomed over her with its presence.

"Get this brat off me, he woke me up again!" His complaint fails to hold any malice or convey the annoyance he wishes he feels. Instead, he only picks Rin up from under the armpits and pries the unwilling child away from his body to hold him up in front of himself.

"Hey! It's time to wake up anyway!" Rin retorts with a whine, it elicits a giggle from the h/c girl which Rin turns his head towards and smiles childishly at. Scaramouche pauses at the sound which enters his mind and bounces off every corner until it's echoing within the depths of his mind in an unrelenting melody. It causes him to involuntarily smile at the sound of the symphony so pure and genuine that has been etched into his soul; the echo resonates long after the sound has faded, a cherished tune that plays on the strings of his heart.

With grace that seems to follow her every movement, she steps closer to Scaramouche until there is minimal space left between them and only the view of each other's faces can be seen. Rin speeds off in the direction of the now cooled muffins while Scaramouche stares back at Y/n. Every one of their emotions are on display, unfiltered and raw to analyse. Was there any reason to hide? Even when not standing face to face and merely millimetres apart, they seemed to carry the weight of compassion and understanding, a bond so unbreakable that the ribbon which wrapped around them only tightened its hold to bring them together. Yet, it wasn't binding nor constricting, the proximity they had both physically and emotionally was unmatched.

"Haven't you had enough sleep yet? Or shall I gather some food so you can go into hibernation?" She teases with a lighthearted smile, yet the simplicity lies it's profound impact, a lighthearted smile meant so much more than happiness to him, it was reassurance that they'd created a sense of belonging for each other.

"Yes, and maybe try not to wake me up unless the house is on fire." A grin creeps its way up onto his face.

"What about if I'm dying from the lack of affection I've received?" a dramatic sigh falls from her lips before a hand is placed over her forehead and she takes a step back, hand over her heart as if his words had torn through her heart.