Saturday morning, Scaramouche woke up with a yawn and rested his head on his arms. You were drying your hair from bath— as soon as you noticed that he's awake, you quickly placed your towel aside and immediately hopped onto him.

He groaned as soon as he felt your body on his, pushing your head with his other hand and pouts.

" Get off.. "

He mumbled in annoyance, you shift your gaze at him and he was actually blushing intensely— it's clear that he actually likes your embrace.