Partying every now and then is something you and Scaramouche enjoy together. The two of you share apartments at the university's dorm and so far he has been a good roommate.

Your friends likes to hang out at the apartment which caused Scaramouche to inevitably get along with them as well– and now he's among your close circle of loved ones. He gets invited to most of the hang outs and parties.

Talking about parties, it is one of your friend's birthday and they were throwing a big celebration to which you and Scaramouche are invited to.

However Scaramouche is taking his sweet time in getting ready, so you decide to check up on him.

"Hey, are you rea–" A soft gasp interrupts the sentence, one that came from your mouth. Scaramouche is shirtless on his room, drying his hair with a towel as the water droplets fall upon his nape, slowly wetting the small tattoo on his skin only to fall onto his bare back and get lost among his defined muscles.

Scaramouche turns his head, now smirking while inspecting your blushful expression. "Enjoying the view, are we?"