You and your boyfriend were opposites. He was gothic while on the other hand you were a softie. You both would always get weird stares from strangers on the streets but it never bothered Scaramouche. Yet it did bother you a lot, making you constantly feel insecure.

one day you were talking about it to Scaramouche and he just hugged you “it’s okay, why do we have to care what they think? As long as we’re happy we shouldn’t pay attention to others opinions.” he kissed your forehead