Scara hates you so much. He hates your hair and your eyes and how you dress — everything about you, he despises. He hates how weird you make him feel inside, every time he sees you smiling or laughing. He hates the stupid clenching in his stomach when you’re around other people, acting all happy and nice.

(It’s not jealousy - he tells himself, zoning out while “Madam” Faruzan drones on and on about his behaviour, something he couldn’t care less about - He just pities whoever you’re talking to, because they have to put up with you.)

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“You.” His eyes narrow. Must you be in the Grand Bazaar at the same time as him? The same shop, too, it’s like the entire universe is against him.

(He has a sneaking suspicion Nahida didn’t actually send him here for the Lavender Melon, but because she wanted to set him up. She kept insisting he talk to you ever since he confided in her about how irritated you make him feel, and how much he hates you.)