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

The goth boy never thought he'd get his interest picked by someone who looked as soft as you, and yet, now, he couldn't imagined being without you.

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

He wished he never did.

He hated how soft the stupid ginger was with you, how he'd always send him mocking look before acting all innocent when you were looking back.

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

What should he do?!