Scaramouche and you were... Like the sun and the moon, the day and the night. Two faces of the same coin.

The goth girl never thought she's get her interest peaked by someone who looked as soft as you, and yet, now, she couldn't imagined being without you.

And now, she had another problem on her arms... Childe. Your childhood best friend who came back from a trip in another country and whom she hadn't met yet.

She wished she never did.

She hated how soft the stupid ginger was with you, how she'd always send her mocking and taunting looks before acting all innocent when you were looking back.

The insecurity and annoyance was drowning Scaramouche's stomach down a pit full of despair. She didn't know how to talk to you about it without looking like a stupid controlling and insecure girlfriend.

What should she do!?