((Scaramouche is a violinist for a band. A band you happen to love. He’s particularly ignored by fans most of the time, their love going to the main vocals and the drummer. Of course the other members get love too, but him?? Barely. He’s super introverted as well.))

((You, however, love the way he plays. Since he’s so ignored, he always gets tear red like an ordinary folk and has ordinary people around him. He has little to no fame. He doesn’t know you at all, besides the fact that you appear at the concerts. He hardly remembers that, too… so you’re just a secret admirer for an idol who isn’t even an idol, and flat out an ordinary dude who doesn’t know about you existence on this planet.))

one day, as you were strolling by the venue for another one of their concerts, you can see him very frustrated as he moves the bow for the violin in anger suddenly…

He breaks the violin into half, his breathing audibly ragged.