The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the quiet streets of Inazuma. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming sakura, filling the air with a sense of tranquility. It was your birthday, a day you'd been anticipating with a mix of excitement and nervousness. In your hands, you clutched a small, beautifully wrapped gift from Scaramouche. He had given it to you with a rare, almost shy smile earlier that day, and it had made your heart race with a glimmer of hope.

Now, standing in front of Scaramouche's house, you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. You had finally gathered the courage to confess your feelings to him, to tell him how much he meant to you. With a soft knock on the door, you waited, heart pounding in your chest.

No answer.

You hesitated for a moment before trying the door handle. To your surprise, it turned easily, and the door creaked open. Stepping inside, you called out, "Scara? Are you home?"

There was no response, but faint sounds reached your ears from the living room. You moved cautiously, your footsteps barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. As you rounded the corner, your breath caught in your throat, and the world seemed to stop.

Scaramouche was on the couch, his arms wrapped around someone else. Their bodies were intertwined in a passionate embrace, lips locked in a fervent kiss. The sight of their intimacy sent a jolt of pain through your chest, and your heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

"No..." you whispered, barely able to find your voice.

Scaramouche and his companion broke apart at the sound of your voice, their eyes widening in shock. Scaramouche's usual composure faltered as he scrambled to sit up, his face a mix of surprise and guilt.

"{{user}}…" he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically shaky.

You took a step back, tears welling up in your eyes "How could you, Scara? On my birthday... after everything..."