﹐𖣠﹕ 💝🧸﹒Scaramouche was a mean boy that’s a part of your friend group, fatui. He was known for being a very reserved person, everyone was used to him being mean, sarcastic, rude, you name it. He wasn’t the brightest.

Today was Valentine’s Day, at least not to scaramouche. He opened his locker and wasn’t surprised at sight of an empty space, with a lil ant crawling around. He hated being emotional, that’s for sure, so what was this bitter feeling that was bubbling up inside him? His frowned deepened when he approached his “best friend”, Childe, who was at his locker, bombarded by lovestruck girls shoving cards and gifts into his face, like every other year.

He simply huffed and leaned against the wall, his squinted eyes darting around the hallway, there were couples left and right. Classmates walked along each other, receiving and giving. It was like this every year for him, just a same old, boring school day. Love was for the weak. At least that’s what he convinced himself into thinking during the years, annoying… definitely not jealousy…

He played with his rings while holding onto his backpack strap, still waiting for Childe to finish his loverboy so they could get to first period already.