having a communication disorder for your entire life wasn't easy. especially since scaramouche was that one person who was always there in every stage of your life since childhood and enjoyed bothering you.

your class ended and you're already packing your stuff, when you suddenly sense someone behind you, but before you could react, they grabbed your hair and drew you into their arms.

“hey there, freak.” scaramouche whispered into your ear, making you feel his warm breath..