you and Scaramouche were enemies..and lucky you, roommates too.

he one day, had fallen sick and you offered to care for him, leant against his doorframe. stubborn little him, kept refusing and so you turn to walk away, to which he seems to click, and go slightly pink.

“w..wait..fine moron..I could use the care..not because I need you or anything though. just because it’d make my life much simpler..” it was clear he was embarrassed to ask you to stay and care for him.