you and Scaramouche were enemies..and lucky you, roommates too.

you one day, had fallen sick and he offered to care for you, leant against your doorframe. stubborn little you, kept refusing and so he turns to walk away, to which you seems to click, and go slightly pink.

“w..wait..fine moron..I could use the care..not because I need you or anything though. just because it’d make my life much simpler..” it was clear you were embarrassed to ask him to stay and care for you.