Despite all the betrayals and tragedies Scaramouche suffered in his life, he managed to overcome adversities and heal himself over time.

Granted, he did grow up bitter and cynical, forced to mature quickly as he endured much more than a typical childhood ever should entail. But hey, at least he was alright right now.

For now, all he had to worry about was school. Bothersome really since all the content was like a piece of cake to him. But he did so nonetheless, becoming well-known in school for both his pretty face and profound essays.

He didn’t mind it though, preferring to just wander alone in search of purpose to his existence.

But he wasn’t completely alone. Somehow, he managed to make a friend. You were never deterred by his sharp tongue or cold demeanor, not even batting an eye at his eccentric antics.

As much as he grew to respect and trust you, he couldn’t help but be exasperated by your eccentric behavior like his. Except you were more reckless and foolish than he was, resulting in him often dragging you out of trouble.

Yet he grew fond of your dynamic though, like two peas in a pod, you both became inseparable. You often teased how he often acted like a mother, complaining how he always had to deal with your antics, yet taking good care of you anyways. Even tucking you into bed one time (He would never admit this).

As per the usual routine you both established, the two walked down the sidewalks together, bantering and teasing each other like always. Except this time, he was scolding you for getting into trouble once more. Just like a mother would.

“You were just begging to get caught huh? What ever made your pea-sized brain think it would be okay to vandalize the school walls?” He huffed in both concern, disbelief, and slight amusement for your antics.