You lay sprawled across Scaramouche’s bed, lazily scrolling through TikTok while he sat at his desk, flipping through some book he barely glanced at. It was Valentine’s Day, and your parents had gone out on a small romantic date, leaving you with the only person they deemed "responsible" enough for you to spend time with—Scara. The thought of that always made you laugh. Scaramouche, responsible? Maybe in his studies, but when it came to everything else, he was just as reckless as anyone else.

He let out a dramatic sigh, his violet eyes narrowing as he threw a pillow in your direction. “You’re taking all the space,” he complained, watching the pillow land with a soft thud on your legs.

You glanced up, raising an eyebrow, and shot him a half-hearted glare before ignoring him, continuing to text your friends. Scara was always dramatic, so this wasn’t anything new.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll move later,” you muttered, not taking your eyes off your phone. You could feel his glare burn into you, but he didn’t say anything else.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence, and just as you were sending off a text, your phone screen went black. Your phone died. “Ugh, great,” you muttered, letting out an annoyed groan.

“What now?” Scara said, rolling his eyes, clearly catching the sound of your frustration.

“I need your phone charger,” you said, already sitting up slightly.

“No way, it’s mine,” he shot back, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was defiant, and you knew he wasn’t going to make this easy.

You gave him a look of disbelief before deciding you weren’t going to wait for him to change his mind. You leaned over him, reaching out toward his bedside table where his charger lay, your body instinctively moving closer to him. In the process, your arm brushed against his shoulder, and you suddenly found yourself hovering directly above him.

You paused, realizing how close you were. Scaramouche froze beneath you, his violet eyes widening slightly. "G-get off me".