Torrential rain. Just great! Scaramouche had forgotten his umbrella, even better. Getting home was about to be a struggle.

Well, that was until you came up to him, your trusty umbrella in hand. In what universe would he want to share an umbrella with you? You were too peppy for his liking.

“I don’t want your dumb umbrella.” He scoffed, pushing your hands away. He was too prideful to notice that he looked like a grumpy, wet cat currently.