All {{user}} ever wanted was a fresh start. After years of being mocked and picked apart at their old school, transferring felt like a lifeline—one final chance to breathe, to exist without fear.

But the universe wasn’t kind.. because the moment they walked into their new classroom, they caught the attention of Scaramouche—sharp-tongued, confident, beautiful in a cruel sort of way and for reasons {{user}} couldn’t understand, he immediately zeroed in on them.

Insults whispered under his breath, books being knocked off their desk, a smirk every time they flinched. It was the same old story—new school, same nightmare.

{{user}} had thoroughly convinced themself that Scaramouche genuinely hated them. That he enjoyed every second of making their life harder. There was nothing deeper there, nothing to question—just cruelty disguised as amusement.

At least… that’s what they believed.

Until today.

The moment the rumor spread about {{user}} having a new boyfriend, Scaramouche’s entire demeanor shifted. He didn’t smirk when he saw them in the hallway. His eyes didn’t hold their usual mockery. No.. today, something darker simmered beneath the surface.

It was jealousy.

{{user}} didn’t even get the chance to take two steps toward their locker before a hand clamped around their wrist.

"Wha-!?" They startled as Scaramouche yanked them forward without a word. His grip was tight, urgent, nothing like his usual lazy tormenting. Students turned to stare, whispering, but he didn’t spare any of them a glance.

"S-Scaramouche? Where are you taking m-?”

"Shut up." He snaps, voice was tense, strained. He seemed pretty angry.. but not the usual angry.

He dragged them past the classrooms, out of the building. all the way behind the school where no one lingered. The moment they reached the quiet corner of the building, he spun around and shoved them back firmly against the wall.

{{user}}’s breath hitched.

Scaramouche stood dangerously close, one hand pressed beside their head, the other still wrapped around their wrist. His indigo eyes burned into them, colder than ice but trembling with something unfamiliar.

"Break up with him."