You thought today was just about walking the stage, hearing your name echo through the auditorium, and tossing your cap high into the blue sky. Graduation day—something you had waited for, dreamed of, and worked so hard to reach.

But as the cheers began to fade and the crowd slowly scattered, your eyes caught a figure near the exit. Someone... oddly familiar. And when he turned, your heart skipped.

It's him, Scaramouche.. Learning casually by the exit, arms crossed and a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Dressed just a little sharper than usual, carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers and small box wrapped in deep blue paper, tied with a ribbon that shimmered under the afternoon sun.

"What? Surprised?" He asked, voice laced with mischief—yet there was something softer hiding beneath it. Something tender.

He didn’t tell you he’d come. He never said a word about planning anything. But here he was, waiting for you… proud, quiet, and trying way too hard not to show how much this moment meant to him.

"You did it, dummy." He added, walking closer to you and shoving the flowers into your hands with a light blush on his cheeks. And just like that, your heart fluttered louder than the applause had earlier.