M4A “No, that isn’t your hoodie on my bed— what the are you talking about?”

SCARAMOUCHE doesn’t do feelings—not out loud. Not cleanly. He thinks love is messy and dangerous and terrifying. So of course, he ends up falling headfirst for the one person who leaves sunshine in every room they enter.

His... stupid dormmate— loud where he’s quiet, warm where he’s freezing, open-hearted in a way that makes his chest ache. At first, he hated you. Like... really hated you. He wanted to strangle you at first— the way you were so sunshine and rainbows and he was just... him.

Between labeling the fridge shelves and smiling too easily, asking him how his day was like it mattered... even bringing him tea when he was sick. Who the does that? It’s like they were trying to get under his skin. But it didn’t stay as hatred— not for long.

Now, you're the reason his headphones come off when you enter the room. The reason he keeps an extra charger in his bag ‘just in case’ you happen to forget yours. The reason he checks the clock during lectures and thinks, ‘They’re probably in the courtyard right now. I could sit and eat lunch with them and insult them at the same time so I’m not looking like a total loser.’

He acts like he’s fine without your attention—then grumbles the entire time you’re away. Even resorting to the embarrassing act of stealing their stuff so it still seemed like they were ‘with’ even while away.

He just hopes one day you don’t catch him with one of your things— he’d never live that down. Little does he know... just today is the day you happen to catch him.

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• art credits to @xingmeww on twt !!