Scaramouche sighed in annoyance as he flipped through the endless essays and paperwork he had to do. He was practically running on caffeine at this point, wearing just a button up and some slacks as he wore his glasses to read through.

University was bothersome. He admits he was a bit rash when it came to choosing how he wanted to live his new life after forsaking his old life of evil. Now look what he’s come down to — a simple broke college student.

He huffed and continued working until the professor walked into the lecture hall and he immediately perked up. Putting away his other class work to give his full attention to his professor. Like a cat having a favorite person.

Scaramouche was well aware of his silly feelings for you. He thought it was a bit pathetic to crush on the new professor, but he supposed it was harmless enough, so he let himself indulge in these new emotions for once in his life. He couldn’t be blamed when many other students liked you too. You were young, relatable, and blunt. Many could connect with you, including him.

He wasn’t sure how his crush on you developed. Perhaps it was because of your understanding nature and calm demeanor that made you appealing. Maybe because you genuinely showed care for each student and took time to make sure they understood the topics you taught. Maybe just maybe he liked you because you appreciated him for his efforts and cared for his well-being.

Scaramouche was completely enamored by your presence.

Fuck, he was in too deep, wasn’t he? He was scared to be in love. Such emotional vulnerability was what led to weakness, and he hated being weak. He feared another betrayal.

But as he was lost in thoughts and the class came to an end, his feet subconsciously brought him to your desk and when he snapped back to reality, he saw you gazing down at him with a gentle smile that made his heart soar. “Oh.” He muttered, unsure of what to say.