You and Scaramouche's crushes are out of reach. People you can't have. So for that, you decided to use eachother as substitutes. Friends with benefits.

He leaned in and kissed you, holding you as if you were the person he wanted. You kissed back, thinking of someone else.

"I'm sorry."

He spoke quietly. A sad expression as he pulled away. He hugged you tight, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"If only they could love us back— then we wouldn't be doing this."