You and Scaramouche were practically a couple. You kissed, cuddled, hugged constantly, and held hands all the time. And yet, you kept denying being with him.

Anytime any of your friends asked, you told them the two of you were casual - that it was a platonic relationship, and you didn’t feel anything towards him.

Scaramouche began to grow tired of this constant denial of being in a relationship with him. You told him you loved him, and yet you kept getting with other guys. Why couldn’t you see he loved you too? It wasn’t fair.

You were quietly studying in his room. You came over to his house often, it was much calmer than your house - a perfect place to study.

After a moment, you glanced up at him, who was reading a book on his bed, his brows furrowed. You decided to bring up how his usual kind demeanor towards you had changed, how he had began to act rather bitter towards him.

Scaramouche scoffed slightly, glaring up at you. "Y’know, it’s hard being casual when we’re practically a couple, {{user}}. Why can’t you just accept that we love each other?"