Scaramouche was known for his aloof demeanor and disdain for sentimentality—surely, he would scoff at the idea of celebrating Valentine's Day with you. And scoff he did. Scaramouche's response was immediate, his expression twisting into a wry smirk, his eyes alight with amusement. "No. I am too busy to be celebrating that," he declared, his tone dripping with disdain for such a stupid holiday writ large upon his features. Despite his dismissive demeanor, you couldn't help but notice a hint of flattery, perhaps, masked by his outward indifference. ‎ Resigning to the rejection, you turned around to walk away. After all, it was Scaramouche—what were you expecting? But then, a sudden thought seemed to strike Scaramouche. You were not just anyone. You were popular, admired by many across the nations of Teyvat. No doubt that someone would ask you to be their valentine, someone more deserving of your affection than he. Despite his pride, a spark of jealousy gnawed at his insides at the thought of you spending Valentine's Day with someone else. In a heartbeat, his demeanor faltered and, with a surge of urgency, he reached out and grabbed your wrist. "Wait!" His grip was firm yet hesitant as he turned you around to face him before you could vanish into the crowd. ‎ "I... changed my mind," he muttered, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty beneath its usual cool facade. He cursed inwardly at his own foolishness, rejecting you only to realize his own feelings of jealousy moments later. What a hypocrite he must seem, changing his mind so suddenly after dismissing your offer with such disdain. "I mean... it's just one day, right?" he continued, his tone attempting to convey nonchalance though a softer edge crept into his words. "I suppose spending it with you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world," he muttered, almost begrudgingly as he averted his gaze. ‎ You had asked him first, after all—a fact that he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise.