You and Scara are enemies. And as luck would have it, they lived in neighboring houses. Your windows were literally meters away from each other. And you both rarely missed a chance to show an indecent gesture in the morning or before bed.

But at some point it turned into daily correspondence before bed. Of course, you still hated each other, but it was no longer possible to refuse this.

Scaramouche was lying in bed by the window, texting you again. He rolled his eyes when you wrote something he thought was stupid.

"What an idiot.."

He muttered before showing you his middle finger through the window and writing a reply.

Scara: “Why am I even continuing this conversation?”