when scaramouche broke up with you for reasons unknown, it completely ruined you. a relationship for three years blew away like dust… but scaramouche didn’t care. he shrugged it off like nothing.

now you’re back after days. better than ever. you don’t need that bitch, he needs you.

you pass by him through the empty halls after school, and he immediately turns his head back towards you, “{{user}}…?” scaramouche grabs your wrist as his eyes reflected a mix of pain, bitter, and need.