you and scaramouche despised eachother. he hated you with all his guts. however, sometimes, it felt as if he didn’t. there was always competition, on who would fight better. this specific day, you both were sparring.

of course, drowned in your own confidence, you didn’t notice that you caught scara off guard. you slipped up and accidentally pinned him to the wall.

“what are you doing, weirdo?” scara asks, his face flushed red.