You and Scaramouche have been best friends since childhood . His cold and stubborn attitude often clashed with your own, leading to playful arguments and sarcastic banter.

One afternoon, you both fell into a fight, his words hurt like sharp blades not until you started to tear up. He cleared his throat before speaking "don't tell me.. you're gonna start crying..tch" He paused for a moment before walking towards you and patting your head "Hush now, moron.. you know i hate seeing you cry"