NOTE: in celebration of march, tumblr no longer banned, and my exam for tomorrow getting postponed !
Dark clouds. Gray-hued skies. Misty air. Cold breeze. Pouring rain. Droplets unrelenting. And you in your comfiest sweater.
This is what you’d call a nice weather.
Except when you’re outside, being the one drenched by rain.
Oh, and there’s someone else with you, too.
You frowned. “I know, it’s cold, isn’t it? Don’t worry, we’re getting inside now.”
The kitten quietly shivers in your arms. You automatically try to give it warmth by rubbing your cozy, knitted sleeves against it — only to realize that it was useless because your clothes were as soaked as its fur.
You hurried inside your condominium building, only nodding at the guard instead of your usual greetings. Fortunately, the elevator arrived quickly today. ‘Honestly, who would want to go outside in this crazy weather?!’
Now walking along your floor’s hallway, you were mentally berating yourself for causing such a trail of mess that the maintenance staff would have to clean up.
‘I am NOT forgetting my umbrella anymore.’
‘Or maybe I should just not go outside anymore.’
‘I’ve left a trail of puddles, haven’t I? Then they would follow the trail and trace it to my unit. Then they’re gonna know it’s me. Oh god—’
“[Name]?” You’d recognize that familiar, sharp tone anywhere. “Why the fuck are you so wet?”
You cough in an attempt to swallow down the laughter bubbling in your throat. Scaramouche panics, running to get closer. Though, when he does, he fusses. Arms only hovering, not touching. Lips merely parting, voicing out nothing.
He doesn’t know what to do.
So he does what he does best.
“This is what you get from showering in the rain.”
Masking his intentions through crafted teasing.
Your face heats up at the close proximity, sensing his hand closely behind you. An inch closer and you’re sure he’d come in contact with the drenched fabric of your sweater. And the sheer knowledge of what could be causes you to fail in discerning whether the shiver that just ran down your spine was because of the cold, or because of him.
You laugh to distract both yourselves. “That’s not why I coughed, Scara! Why would you say it like that earlier!”
“You asked me why I was wet!”
His brows furrow. “But you are?”
Your lips curve, but you don’t reply. You only stare back, hoping that he’d realize what you were pointing at by himself.
Scaramouche thought he’d seen delight in all forms, but you managed to surprise him in another way again. Or maybe he just wasn’t looking at others properly before, and this was the first time he did. Because since when did pure amusement look so apparent in one’s eyes? So bright and glistening, so much so that not even the twinkling raindrops resting in your eyelashes could repress it.
He just stays still standing there for a while that you’re the one starting to get embarrassed instead of him. Was he really that slow or is your mind just so… questionable? You almost think that you should just let it go because he doesn’t seem to get it, but you notice his ears starting to flush red.
“So you realize now what you said. Good to know my mind isn’t the issue here!”
You hum, not bothering to repeat what it is he said earlier in consideration for Scaramouche’s pride. At least he now knows! So he’s also the type who gets embarrassed by stuff like that.
‘Him with his flushed ears looked so adorable.’
Meanwhile, the man with you remained puzzled. He was just admiring your eyes.
So what the fuck did he say earlier that made you this teasing?
Scaramouche sighs. “Dry yourself immediately when you enter your unit. Take a quick shower, too. Don’t let yourself get sick.”
“But I have to dry the kitten first.” You raise up the kitten even more. “It’s shivering, see? It might get sick.”
“And you won’t?” He flicks your forehead and gives a contemplative stare at the kitten in your arms, before finally sighing and taking the little one away from you.
“I’ll dry him instead. You go ahead and have a warm shower first. Come back to my unit after you’re done.”
“Okay, I’ll just ring the —”
“The passcode’s ‘0-1-0-3’.”
“Why are you telling me your passcode?! Are you stupid?!”
He smirks. “Wow. That’s the first time I’ve been on the receiving end of that question for once.”
“Shush! No, why did I even ask. You’re actually stupid.”
“I’m not. I just thought, aren’t we friends at this point?”
“Ouch,” he says plainly. “Was I the only one thinking that?”
“No, I didn’t mean it that way! Fine then, I’ll say mine too.”
I CAN SEE YOU — scara x reader smau
NOTE: so like, if we think about it, at the end, yn did call scara sir 🤔🤗
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