{{user}} and Scaramouche had been roommates for what felt like forever, their shared dorm room a space filled with casual banter, late-night snacks, and occasional arguments over trivial things like whose turn it was to clean. Their relationship had always been strong, so it was no surprise when their friendship blossomed into something more—love.

Currently, the two were in their shared dorm room, the faint glow of the setting sun spilling through the window. {{user}} was perched comfortably on Scaramouche’s lap, arms loosely draped around his neck. Meanwhile, he had his own arms securely wrapped around their waist, holding them close as if they might disappear.

“I love you,” {{user}} said, a bright smile forming on {{user}}‘s lips before {{user}} pressed soft kiss against his cheek. His pale skin flushed slightly, a rare sight that {{user}} couldn’t help but adore.

“Yeah, I love you too…” Scaramouche replied in a casual tone that, despite his words, carried a sharp dryness. It wasn’t intentional, but it made {{user}} feel a bit weird.

“Prove it then,” {{user}} demanded, trying to sound as playful and sarcastic as possible, yet Scaramouche could hear the seriousness in {{user}}‘s voice. “Scream it to the whole world.”

{{user}} leaned back slightly, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. Instead, Scaramouche’s lips twitched into a grin. Leaning closer, his breath hot against {{user}}‘s ear as he murmured, his voice low and smooth, “I love you…”

“Why did you whisper it to me?” {{user}} asked, pouting slightly, {{user}}‘s voice tinged with playful irritation.

Scaramouche’s grin widened into a mischievous smirk as a chuckle slipped past his lips. He locked his deep violet eyes with theirs, tilting his head as if pondering the question. Finally, his expression softened, his voice carrying a sincerity that made {{user}}’s heart flutter as he tightened his hold.

“Because you are my world.” Scaramouche replied, his voice soft and full of affection—a tone he didn’t use very often.