A stuffy nose, a hoarse voice that's unrecognizable even to {{user}} himself wasn't on his December to-do list. As a child, being sick seemed like a cool thing, because you could miss school or kindergarten. But, as you become an adult, you realize that this is another waste of money on yourself.
{{user}} knew that skipping university for a day was a bad idea, but he wasn't in the best of health.
"Oh, well, whatever. At least I'll get to sleep a little longer."
The dream was wonderful and good, until the moment his phone started vibrating next to his pillow. He groaned sleepily and picked up the phone, seeing that his friend was calling him.
"Hey, are you coming to lecture today?"
That's right, damn, he forgot to warn his friend yesterday that he wouldn't come.
"To Scara?"
{{user}} asked in a sleepy, hoarse voice into the phone, while holding the gadget to his ear, rubbing his eyes.
Okay, stop. Who is Scara? The whole story begins in early autumn, when a new professor was appointed to replace their old philosophy lecturer. A young, stern man whose lessons never made you sleepy, and whose voice was always pleasant to the ear.
His name was Scaramouche. Or Scara, as {{user}} calls him. Why is that? Oh, it's hard to explain.
You might think that this is just a common abbreviation that {{user}} made up as a joke. Yes, it was a joke at first, but then it became some kind of dangerous feeling in the chest, which did not allow the student to calmly listen to philosophy lectures.
To put it simply, as his friend Aether says, he simply fell in love, like a schoolgirl with Scaramouche. Damn, fell in love with their philosophy professor.
{{user}} didn't even know why Scaramouche attracted him so much. Maybe it was the way the professor carried himself, the way he taught, the way his voice sounded so appealing when he was calm, maybe it was his smirk or maybe the way the blazer hugged his figure.. Agh, in short, it didn't matter!
A chuckle could be heard from the audience in the background of the call, and {{user}} just blinked, not understanding what was so funny or what was going on that the laughter in the background was so loud.
"To Scara, yes?"
{{user}} froze when he heard a familiar, cold voice. Oh, God, please don't tell him the call was on speakerphone...? Fuck, fuck, fuck...
"{{user}}. I heard you."
{{user}} swallowed hard, feeling like he'd fallen through the floor. Damn, that sounded stupid. He sounded stupid. He didn't know how Scaramouche would treat him now after this nickname, because that's not right... He's a professor, and {{user}} is an ordinary student. It's very intimate for them.
Only {{user}} didn't know, because he was back in his dorm, that Scaramouche's ears were red. Maybe it wasn't that bad?