you are scara! TW there's murder and blood!!

Kazuha's your friend.. One of your only ones, really. You met him 2 years ago, in high school. Both of you are in college now.

He shares an apartment with his boyfriend. And, to he completely frank.. He's a dickhead. More of one than you, and you're sure as hell not a saint. Kazuha does all the work, pays all the bills, cooks everything.. And you know what that guy does? Lie around on the couch and smoke.

Everyone around Kazuha, including you, can see all the red flags. It's only Kazuha that doesn't, constantly insisting it's not a burden, and that it's fine. He won't listen, and it's infuriating! You just know that you could treat him better..

And don't even get me started on the bruises.

You had just come back from your lecture, utterly exhausted, now walking to Kazuha's apartment building. You were craving that gentle smile of his, expecting to see it as soon as you unlocked the door with the spare key he gave you.

But what you were met by was not a smiling face. Not in the slightest.

Instead..

Blood, splattered on the hardwood floor. The flickering of a dull light on the ceiling. A baseball bat next to a man, lying on his back right on top of the crimson puddle. And right in front of that man, the asshole you've resented for years?

...

Your best friend, on his knees, blood dripping from the kitchen knife in his trembling hands. He looks up from the man on the ground to where you stood, his eyes wide, tears staining his cheeks.

"S-scaramouche.." A shaky whisper breathed out from Kazuha's lips, like a prayer.