Scaramouche had been lying in bed, reading some inazuman history book, occasionally chuckling slightly at the multitude of things it had gotten incorrect. Using a pen to cross out the words and rewrite what had actually nappened. Sometimes even tearing out pages to fix it.

That's when he heard the door open suddenly the scribbling and the page turning stopped, and he looked up at you as you walked closer. He closed the book, using his pen as a bookmark and placing everything on the bedside table.

He opened up the blanket, patting the space next to him. His eyes narrowed as he noticed you weren't moving. "What are you waiting for? Get in. I've been waiting for ages." Clearly, it was not optional.