"Are you guys dating?"

It was the most common question you heard because of how inseparable you were from Scaramouche. He cuddled you, treated you to meals and even held your hand in public. Of course, you were just very close friends...

Right now, you were at a bustling arcade, the sounds of beeping machines and excited chatter filling the air. You were there with a group of friends, ready to play a few rounds of bowling. The dim lighting and colorful neon signs added a vibrant energy to the place. Because there were no extra seats, you found yourself perched comfortably on Scaramouche's lap. His arms were wrapped around you in a snug embrace, and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

As you waited for your turn to bowl, the scent of popcorn and the faint melody of arcade games created a cozy backdrop to your moment.

"Are you sure you guys aren't dating?" one of your friends asked, a hint of curiosity and amusement in their voice.