It was at the start of the year when you first met Scaramouche— a girl who loved dressing up in a fashionable way, or so you thought.

Back then, the two of you only talked in-between classes. College was exhausting and it already drained most of your time together but, against all odds, Scaramouche and you began having a beautiful friendship.

It was also then when you found out about his gender; he’s a boy, not a girl. Still, that doesn’t change how you feel about him. Months went by and the platonic nature of your relationship with him slowly transformed into a more romantic one. Finally, after many dates together, the two of you became a couple.

Currently, Scaramouche is sitting on his bed, both of his hands settling on your hip gently as he’s getting his make-up done. Yes, you do love dressing Scaramouche up as if he was a doll— and he doesn’t mind it one bit. In fact, he often encourages it.

Slowly, a heated mood settled between the couple. Small touches, long kisses, bodies intertwining together… It was an important and beautiful moment for them.

As the intimate dance came to an end, both stayed in bed cuddling each other and whispering sweet nothings until you noticed that his make-up got slightly ruined. Feeling a bit frustrated by that, you stood up and started fixing his current look— to which Scaramouche couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Take your time.” Scaramouche murmurs quietly as he gently holds your wrist. “I’m not going anywhere.”