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Seated at the kitchen counter, the settling warmth of the sun emitted its shine through the window. You and Scaramouche were sitting on opposite sides of the counter, facing each other while your head was buried in a book. On the other hand, Scaramouche was writing a historical review for his academy. The perfect sunset casting off sparks was reflecting Scaramouche so flawlessly, you thought your eyes were playing illusions on you. How can someone be so immaculate?
Obviously, the “secret” glances you were stealing were not left unnoticed by the sublime guy sitting in front of you. You looked foolish to anyone watching, attempting to hide your gazes with a book was not a good idea. Do you even enjoy reading books? Can you even read in the first place? That aside, he can feel your pair of eyes meeting his figure, and he wasn’t even paying direct attention to you. It’s like he has a sixth sense for it.
“Are you reading that book? Because it seems like you’re too busy staring at me to even understand the situation on that single page.”
Even despite that, he can’t get his eyes off of you either. It definitely wasn’t only you who was captivated by the other’s charms since he was finding himself wanting to just spend actual quality time with you.
But here he was, endeavoring to get his tedious essay finished for Vahumana because “a bunch of idiots can’t get their history accurately correct,” quoted by the one and only himself. Honestly, you were a literal distraction to him! With you just sitting in front of him looking so alluring, he doesn’t even know what he’s writing. You have Scaramouche asking himself why the sunbeams were framing you so attractively..
Is it just the golden hour effect or are you both really this gorgeous? Either way, you both are breath-taking and the tension is very obvious.
“I could say the same thing about you! You’re not sneaky either, I can notice your sudden pause in writing just to look at me.” You shot back, dropping the book down onto the surface. He’s just digging in his own grave, how could he comment about you when he’s doing the same thing too!?
“Hmph, I have no motivation in writing this when you’re irking me.” Scaramouche ended his statement with a cold scowl which left you exasperated. What’s the point of living if all he’s doing is working on some research work?
Such a cheeky attitude for an attractive guy like him. You visibly rolled your eyes and closed your book. It was a mundane one anyway, plus Scaramouche had already called you out for not reading it.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me! Come over here and stay next to me,” He, later on, said, perceiving your disgraceful tone.
“I thought you complained that I was a distraction to you, what happened to that?” You raised an eyebrow at him but complied either way. It was obvious to feel that something was up with him but you couldn’t exactly know what it was. What you didn’t understand yet was that he just missed you. Missed having you next to him and making your way with him.
Putting disregard to whatever you had said, his head rotated with him as he watched you walk over to him — almost like a lost cat. Once you were within a good space right next to him, Scaramouche plopped himself onto you. As his arms were wrapped around your waist, his face dug into your collarbone. He craved your touch and warmth, he needed it to feel satisfied.
At first, you were a bit taken aback by his straightforward action, but that shock faded and comfort took over. You adored it when he was all flustered like this. A small smile formed on your face as you returned his action.
“Aw, what’s up with you, Hat Guy?” The softness Scaramouche had displayed quickly disintegrated when he heard the nickname come out of your mouth. Your failed suppressed giggle came back out and you couldn’t hold it in.
“Get away from me, imbecile.” He sharply pointed out. But even if his words were harsh, that didn’t stop you from laughing at the silly title. You were far gone to notice that Scaramouche had pushed you away from him and took his papers to finalize. Without your annoyance.
When you finally came down to realization, you noticed that Scaramouche was gone from his chair. And when you turned your head to find him, he was only sitting on the couch not too far of a distance from you. His face was focused on the paper in front of him with a look of irritation(more like embarrassment).
“You don’t like the name you were enrolled with? I think it’s cute!”
“Of course I don’t like it! It’s a waste of breath saying such nonsense and it’s most certainly not cute.” His voice came out all high and mighty but you couldn't take him seriously with the pink blush blooming across his face along with the nickname repeating in your mind.
“Really now, it seems that the blush on your face says otherwise.” You beamed a smirk when Scaramouche deadpanned and looked up at you before you took a seat next to him on the couch.
Once you sat down next to him, probably about to tease him again, Scaramouche set his research aside and pulled you onto his lap with your back against his chest. His face was hidden in the nape of your neck while his arms trapped you to him, once again. That was until he reached away from your neck to place a settled kiss on your cheek.
Sure, you were stunned. Your breathing pattern was unsteady but you tried to relax yourself. You turned your head to press your lips against the top of his head since it was the only viewable option. The smile on your face couldn’t be contained, specifically due to Scaramouche’s (un)characteristics currently.
A lazy Scaramouche turned his head upright feeling your kiss on his head. The two of you stared at each other lovingly before he spoke, “Kiss me again.” You obliged to his request, who wouldn’t to such a beauty anyway? Giving his nose a peck, apparently that wasn’t enough since his head stretched forward more. Seeing his signal, you kissed him on the lips at last. “Mm, much better..You always know how to please me, do you?”
Now it was your turn for your face to heat up as you nodded slowly. “You’re a lot clingier today,” You stated, questioning his behavior as you shifted your body so that you were off him which he frowned disappointedly. Moving to your previous spot next to him, your legs dangled over his lap as your hands embraced his jaw just to litter kisses all over Scaramouche’s face.
Your hand squished his pouty face through your hold while you kissed his cheeks, nose, and lastly, lips. His body was pulled leaning closer to you with his eyes squinted closed waiting for your work to be finished so you can let him go. But, he’s just so endearing, you can’t get enough!
To answer your question, he shook his head between your fingers. “Want you... Just you,” He hummed, staring away from your gaze by looking anywhere except you but he faced a problem when your grip on his jaw tightened so that he was still focusing on you.
“Oh wow, Hat Guy admitting he wants me..” Teasing him was like your full-time job, so as you were caressing his face with one hand and chuckling at the feeling of his face warming up. Meanwhile, you got comfortable, you laid your head on his shoulder. “You’re so pretty..” You muttered, poking his cheek with your pointer finger.
“Mhm, you told me that 14 times today.” A long pause was recognized before he grumbled out, “ And you’re definitely prettier.” With that non-enthusiastic compliment alone, you felt your stomach swirling like a hurricane. His intimidating eyes pierced into you and Scaramouche swore he saw your eyes spark up into hearts. And while his hand traveled to intertwine with yours, a small smile crept on his face seeing your cheerful mood. Perhaps he should compliment you more often..
“You love me sooo much, right?” Deciding to hear more of his sweet words, you stared back at him, eyes softened and a beautiful grin spread on your face.
“Of course I love you, what a foolish mistake for you to think otherwise.” He sternly said, eyebrows furrowing and his previous smile faded back to a frown. Despite that, his arms contrasted with his awfully cold tone as they rewrapped themselves around your figure. How many times has he done this in the span of one hour?
“Oh, come on, I already know you love me. I just wanted to hear you say it!” Your words were as playful as can be after hearing said words from him.
You loved when he fell for your little tactics, it made everything ten times better. Even in reality, Scaramouche had known your stupid plans to get your way with him. Only indulging in them because he knew how much it uplifts your state of mind. Seeing you excited is enough for him to know that saying useless cheesy stuff is worth it in the end.
Eventually, silence filled the cozy room. Scaramouche’s head laid on top of yours and you almost thought he had supposedly dozed off somehow. But he’s not the typical type to just sleep out of nowhere. Ignoring all of your thoughts, you turned your head just barely so you could see his face clearly.
And he really is sleeping — eyes closed and face looking as peaceful as ever. Your breath hitched seeing how ethereal he looked, the beautiful casting of the sun hitting his face and making his sharp red eyeliner stand out above his soft features. You could go on and on about the beauty he possesses, everything about him amazes you. Praise the Electro Archon for putting such extraordinary effort into making him so perfect. He’s gorgeous in every way and you don’t understand how-
“You stare too much, ” Scaramouche smirked smugly with an eye open seeing you lost in your dreams. You smiled back almost instinctively watching his lips curl upright. Placing a kiss on top of your head, he rested back into the previous position, his cheek against your head and arms embracing you extra snugly. His eyes rested itself from the exhausting day and having to prepare himself mentally to present his project for the next following day.
And as for you, you let him be – for now, also relaxing on him. It’s not until moments later you hear Scaramouche mutter out a small “love you”. You’ll probably tease him later for it, knowing he’ll deny everything claiming that you’re so delusional to the point that you’re hearing things.
He can go by as many names and/or identities as he wants, and you’ll always find your way into his arms time and time again. The world still shines bright ahead and there are always opportunities to take for granted. His take was on you, and it was the right decision. Perhaps he has found something to live for…
You.
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In the end, you did indeed ask him about what he had said when the two of you were drowned in slumber.
“Tch, your ears must be clogged.” He said, scoffing and crossing his arms.
“Uh-huh, but I swore I heard your voice..”
“In your dreams.”
“I must be having the best dreams then!” You giggled as he leaned over to you just to pull you in for a kiss.
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