Scaramouche found himself in his room, holding a letter in his hands with a grumpy and resigned expression.

"What did you write this time? Crazy in love..." He muttered to himself. Despite being able to communicate easily with you through text messages on his phone, he still received these handwritten letters that seemed to arrive without fail every now and then.

At first, he thought it was some silly prank, but upon reading the carefully written words signed at the end with "Yours sincerely, your love" He realized it was you behind these letters. Although he wouldn't openly admit it, he found a certain charm in the gesture and appreciated the effort you put into expressing your affection in a traditional way.

Over time, the letters became a regular part of his routine, and although he always grumbled when receiving a new one, he secretly stored them in a special place in his room. Every cheesy poem or sugary message you wrote for him made him smile inwardly, despite his façade of indifference. And he kept each letter in some hidden corner of his room just for himself to read (since the first letter he received).

Although he would never openly admit it, Scaramouche had also attempted to write you a letter in response, but his attempts remained tucked away in some secret corner of his room. He felt embarrassed by his lack of ability to express his feelings in the same way you did.