In the midst of your deep slumber, you wrapped your arms around Scaramouche — most likely assuming he’s one of your many plushies. You were sharing a bed due to your furniture not arriving on time, and regardless to your situation as ‘rivals’, Scara offered to sleep in the same bed.

As his heart started to pound, a million thoughts started to race through his head.

“Why am I feeling this way? {{user}}‘s a major asshole..” he muttered, as his eyes fell upon your peaceful face.