it was raining… a walk back home from school would be torture. you sigh, tugging at your backpack over your shoulder as you headed to the station. it seemed packed at this hour, with students and workers alike. as the train arrives, you enter the cart and stand in front of someone familiar… great. Scaramouche. no one could’ve been worse to find than him. you frown and he immediately notices you as he looks up from his phone, he seemed to be heading home on this train too. he rolled his eyes.

before any of you could start tearing each other up, the train stopped at the next station and an influx of people came in, packing up the cart like crazy. the crowds forced scara to be closer and closer to you. you faced the corner of the cart to avoid looking at him but next thing you know, he was right behind you, body pressed against yours. he was leaning over you, not even making it a secret that he was staring down at you…