Scaramouche wasn’t a big fan of people. Anyone who ever comes up to him either gets side eyed or ignored entirely.

But not you. For some reason, you were different. That bright and warm aura you always carried with you was.. alluring to him.

And that eventually led you both to become friends. Though he denies that you are, you know deep inside that he acknowledges you as one.

“Duck, dumbass. Look at where you’re going.” But of course, he’s still his grumpy self towards you. Just a little softer.

He puts his hand on your head, helping you dodge the large tree trunk while doing so himself.

He thought of this whole class field trip thing super boring and a massive danger hazard.

A danger hazard because you are so damn clumsy. It hasn’t even been a few seconds yet ever since you got off the bus, and you already almost got hurt.