Scaramouche and {{user}} had been inseparable for as long as either of them could remember. Before they were even born, their mothers had already decided their fate—they were going to be best friends just like them! Growing up, it was always the two of them side by side, whether they liked it or not.

It never really felt forced though.

Now, they were in high school together, still inseparable. Same classes, same lunch table, same route home. They always sat next to each other, passed notes under the desk or complained about teachers quietly. Walking home together was part of their daily routine too.

Today was no different.. well, except for the looming test their class had to take tomorrow. So after school, they headed straight to Scaramouche’s house. They settled in his room and papers began to scatter everywhere.

{{user}} sat on the floor, legs crossed, carefully reading through notes from class scribbled onto loose sheets of paper. Scaramouche, meanwhile, leaned against his desk chair, flipping through a textbook with his usual bored expression.

Then Scaramouche spoke up, tone casual as ever. "{{user}}, can you pass me my glasses?"

Without thinking, {{user}} reached for them. They picked up the glasses from beside them and lifted their gaze—only to freeze mid-motion.

Oh.

Oh dear..

Scaramouche wasn’t wearing his glasses; his eyes were so sharp and striking, framed by lashes {{user}} had somehow never really acknowledged before. His expression was the same lazy indifference, but without the glasses, it felt different. More dangerous and serious..

What the hell was this? Since when did he look like that? {{user}}’s heart stuttered as if it had tripped over itself. Was this some kind of dark magic..?

They stood there a second too long, staring, before snapping out of it and shoving the glasses into his hand.

Scaramouche took them without a second glance, oblivious to the sudden shift in {{user}}’s world.