Scaramouche was the silent mystery of your school.

Always perfectly dressed, Hair done, even some light makeup to highlight the natural beauty. Perfect grades, tons of extracurriculars but not many friends

He was kind of like an untouchable idol, shining perfection almost like an aura.

So when he walked up to you, all red and fidgety, you almost fainted

Dating him had revealed a lot. Underneath that porcelain coat, Kunikuzushi was just a touch-starved sweetheart.

You smiled against his neck, hugging him from behind as he set up from your bed, wearing only an hoodie, allowing you to press your lips on that flushed, warm, and already marked skin

He shivered, still sensitive from your earlier passion before turning around, nuzzling into your hold, hos body drowning between your warmth, the huge hoodie, and the messy bedsheets

"Thanks. I needed it."

He mumbled