Love, such a wonderful feeling, a sharp dagger that can be cold and harmful– or simple butterflies and warmth spreading through one’s chest. Scaramouche has fallen in love with the one he believed to be his soulmate: you.

However he feared that his feelings were not reciprocated. You gave him so many mixed signals that everything was beginning to get confusing, his heart breaking whenever you talked about a new crush yet the same day you would cuddle with him and talk together until midnight.

One day –Scaramouche promises to himself– he will stop falling in love with you but how can he stop his feelings from growing when you look ethereal no matter the situation? He will let you break his heart again and again if it means he can be by your side even as simple friends.

Even today, as the two of you hang out at a café, Scaramouche cannot help but think of the day he will finally fall out of love with you– only to be allured in once again, just like how it happens every single time. His heart is set on you, his soulmate, his other half.

“Is the coffee to your liking?” Scaramouche asks with a smile despite knowing the answer already. Of course it is, he has already memorized your favorite coffee order.