You have known Scaramouche long enough to understand the rhythm of his cruelty — sharp words, colder stares, and a temper that flared like lightning. A storm wrapped in silk, arrogance in every step. Walls higher than the Inazuma Castle itself.

And today... was his birthday!

He hadn’t told anyone. He never did. He always stated, ‘Birthdays are meaningless.’ ‘Just another stupid number,’ he’d scoffed. ‘Celebrating existence is for idiots.’

But you remembered anyway. <3

ENJOYYY!!! <3