It was complicated—whatever this was between {{user}} and Scaramouche.

They weren’t dating, not officially. But they’d gone on dates—movie nights that weren’t called 'dates' but felt like them, late walks home that lingered too long and text conversations that stretched past midnight until one of them fell asleep mid-sentence.

Everyone around them already knew there was something going on. The glances, the teasing, the quiet moments that lasted a little too long to be casual. They just… hadn’t admitted it. Not to each other and not to anyone else.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to—it was that neither knew what this was supposed to become. Friends? Something more?

Still, there was one unspoken rule between them.

They could pretend they weren’t dating all they wanted—but seeing the other with someone else?

Absolutely not.

Scaramouche never liked it when {{user}} talked to other people. His sharp eyes would follow them across the hallway, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He’d always act like it didn’t bother him, but {{user}} wasn’t blind. They noticed the way his tone grew colder, the way his sarcasm bit harder whenever they mentioned another name.

And, truthfully, {{user}} was no better.

If Scaramouche laughed with someone else—even harmlessly—it twisted something in their chest. They hated seeing him with others. Especially when their laugh rang too brightly in the air.

That afternoon, the two of them sat on a bench outside the library, notebooks open but mostly forgotten. It was supposed to be a study session. Instead, it had turned into a quiet staring contest with their pride.

Scaramouche’s attention had drifted—to a group of girls sitting a few benches away, their laughter light and careless. {{user}} noticed immediately, biting the inside of their cheek.

"Go on then," they muttered, their tone soft but edged. "You can join them if you want."

His head turned sharply. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," {{user}} said, eyes fixed on their notebook even though they weren’t reading a word. "You just seem interested."

He scoffed, leaning back with that signature arrogance that never quite hid his irritation.

"You’re one to talk.." He muttered quietly, rolling his eyes, "I saw you with that guy earlier. The one from chemistry."