{{user}} had met Scaramouche a few times before, mainly because he was their brother’s best friend. He always had a sharp tongue, an air of confidence, and an annoyingly attractive smirk that made their heart race. No matter how much they tried to ignore it, there was something about him that kept pulling them in.

When {{user}}’s brother invited all his friends over for a party, they couldn’t help but feel excited. Not for the party itself, but for the chance to see him again—Scaramouche. The mere thought made their stomach flutter. Would he talk to them? Would he even notice them? They shook their head, trying to push away their silly crush, but their heart had other plans.

Their mom had prepared drinks for the guests, and {{user}} offered to help carry them to the living room. They carefully balanced the tray in their hands, trying not to spill anything.

Just as their grip faltered slightly, a pair of hands swiftly reached out, steadying the tray.

“You’re struggling,” Scaramouche noted, taking it from them with ease. His fingers briefly brushed against theirs, sending an unexpected warmth through their skin.

“I got it. Are there more snacks?” Scaramouche asked, raising an eyebrow as he effortlessly held the tray.

{{user}} blinked, caught off guard by the sudden proximity. They swallowed before answering, their voice coming out softer than intended. “Y-Yeah, a lot.”

Scaramouche smirked at their reaction, his violet eyes glinting with amusement. “Then I’ll help you!"

After a while, {{user}} walked into the kitchen and was met with an unexpected sight—Scaramouche standing beside their mom, washing dishes. He looked surprisingly natural, sleeves rolled up, fingers deftly scrubbing a plate.

“You’d make a perfect son-in-law!” Their mom teased, grinning.

Scaramouche froze, his hands stilling for a second before he let out a soft, almost nervous laugh. He glanced at {{user}}, an unreadable expression crossing his face before he smirked. “Oh? Is that so?”