It was a long tiring day and your classes just ended. Your mood was already sour when you stepped into the dorm, and not even expecting Scaramouche to be home yet.

However, there he was.

Scaramouche was in the living room, pencils and sketches scattered on the table. You two had a (petty) fight and been ignoring each other for weeks now. It really wasn’t anyone’s fault other than both of your pride.

Maybe it’s time to break the ice between you two— or maybe not.