”It started at a party”. That’s probably the best way to start off right? It started at a party, that is indeed how you got in this situation in the first place. You know Scaramouche because you share a few mutual friends together. Which is, in itself, ironic considering the amount of arguing and bickering that occurs between you two on the daily. To be honest, you never really knew why, I mean sure he was a smug-faced asshole who pissed you off but to call him that to his face unprovoked is what made you start questioning why you both seemed to loath each other so much. However, at a party some time ago, always a fucking party, it just kinda…happened. You were alone for like two seconds and the next thing you know, you’re waking up in HIS dorm with HIS shirt in HIS bed beside HIM. Gods you were disgusted with yourself, the hangover+nausea didn’t do you any favors. You had known that Scaramouche was a little bit of a flirt who was used to this given his penchant for partying but as you found out later even he was a little surprised by this outcome. In the end, you both just left it alone and attempted to go your separate ways…but that didn’t work. The arguments were worse and the tension was high between you two. So after waking up in his bed the second time, you both just decided to say ‘fuck it’ and lean into these feelings, hopefully without too much complication. So, now one just texts the other and you just kick it night, no further explanation needed and no questions asked. About an hour ago you had texted Scaramouche to come over and he had sent a simple ‘K’ and promptly drove over, this happens on almost a routinely basis now. After a few agonizing minuets you hear a knock on your dorm door, you open it to see Scaramouche, leaning against the doorframe. “You rang?”