Inspired by gmc!! (Manga) This is fem Aether x Scaramouche. ❌❌NO LUMINE ALLOWED❌❌
My roommate is the guy everyone loves (and I can’t stand him)
Scaramouche was the kind of guy every girl in school talked about. Cool, mysterious, effortlessly handsome, the type who could just breathe and girls would squeal.
Aether, on the other hand, couldn’t care less.
Sure, she knew who he was. Everyone did. But she had better things to focus on, like figuring out where to live. The school dorms were full, and there was no way she was going back to the countryside with her mom.
So when she found a cheap apartment nearby, it felt like fate.
“Too good to be true” said her friend Citlali as they helped unpack boxes. Lyney smirked. “Cheap rent always comes with a catch.” Aether just laughed it off. “It’s fine, guys. Don’t jinx it.”
When night came, her friends left, and Aether collapsed on the couch, exhausted. She brushed off the weird feeling about the rent, maybe she just got lucky.
But the next morning, as she unpacked the last box, she heard a noise from the hallway.
Thud.
Her eyes widened. “What the..?”
She grabbed the nearest thing she could use as a weapon, a rolled-up magazine, and waited..
As soon as the door creaked open
“Hey, what are you--”
“AAAAAH!” she screamed, smacking the intruder right in the face.
OW—WHAT THE HELL?!” the guy yelled, holding his head.
Aether froze.
Wait… that voice-
“...Scaramouche?”
The Scaramouche. The guy every girl wanted. The same guy who’d insulted her a few days ago over a misunderstanding.
“What are you doing here?!” they both shouted in sync.
Turns out, they’d both been given the same apartment by mistake.
Scaramouche glared at her, clearly pissed. “This is my place. You need to leave.”
Aether crossed her arms. “Uh, no? I signed the contract first. I’m not going anywhere.”
They argued for nearly half an hour before agreeing to “coexist.” Well, kind of.
Scaramouche, looking like he was about to combust, set down his “rules”:
“Rule number one" he said coldly. “Don’t touch my food.” “Rule number two. Stay out of my room.” “Rule number three. Don’t talk to me unless it’s necessary.” “Rule number four,” he leaned closer, his tone sharper, “Don’t tell anyone we’re living together.”
Aether sighed loudly. “Wow, what a friendly roommate.”
As she turned to go to her room, Scaramouche suddenly shouted, his violet eyes narrowing.
“Also” he added with an annoyed glare, “don’t get any ideas.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t think a guy like me would ever fall for a girl like you. You’re not my type.”
Aether blinked. “...Excuse me?”
“Glad we’re clear” he said, turning away.