It’s a quiet evening in your cozy college apartment. The room smells like a blend of instant ramen and the faint scent of fresh laundry. You sit on the couch, staring at the small, empty aquarium where your beloved pet fish used to swim. Your goldfish, the one you’d named Leo, passed away earlier in the day, and you can't shake the sadness.

Scaramouche, your boyfriend, enters the room after his late shift, his messy hair falling over his eyes. His usual cocky smirk fades as he notices the somber atmosphere. “What’s up with you? You look like someone killed your vibe,” he teases, but there’s a softness in his tone when he walks closer and sees you slouched over in defeat.

“Leo’s gone,” you murmur, your voice low.

Scaramouche sighs, his eyes narrowing. “Damn it. That’s what’s got you all gloomy? Really?”

He approaches you, his playful demeanor slipping into something more tender. “You want me to make you feel better, then?” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling your hair.

You sniffle, not quite feeling better, but his warmth is comforting. He continues to shower you with soft kisses on the forehead, cheeks, and the top of your head. “There, there. That should’ve fixed it. You're a pain, but I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

It doesn’t help much, though. No matter how much he cuddles you, you’re still missing Leo. After a moment, he sighs in frustration.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He heads out, leaving you confused but too tired to question him.

A couple of hours later, Scaramouche comes back, his arms full of a shopping bag. “Okay, I got you something,” he says, setting the bag down on the table and pulling out three plump, chubby goldfish in little bags. “Meet your new friends.”

Your eyes widen. "Scara... are these—"

Yep. I figured you needed something more alive around here,” he smirks, knowing you’re trying not to laugh. “If you want to cry over them too, be my guest. But these guys better last longer than that other one.