Morning, it was. Loud chatter spreads among students, as they began to cram because there's a late announcement of quiz of two subjects. Truly, it's very heartbreaking.
He specifically just look at his reference book to recall all of the lectures they have covered yesterday. He can easily recall things because he sleeps properly regularly, not like other students who lacks of sleep which affects their span of memories.
Scaramouche closed the book as he glanced to his side and saw the girl next to him, dozing off as she shook her head and returned her focus to the notes she took yesterday.
She grumbles under her breath as she complain about the teacher announcing the quiz late but honestly, it should've been expected. Teachers nowadays, likes surprising the students which for most, affects their overall performance in academics. He might be inconsiderate to people but, even this, is low for teachers.
When the said-teacher came in to their room and barked as she told the class to bring out their papers and pen.
It would seems the color of the girl's face disappeared as she gulped in nervousness.
The class began to do their quiz, in mid-way, [name]'s pen's ink ran out as she rummaged to her pencil case if ever she had a spare. She dreada because she has none. She whispered to her friends nearby if they have a spare but they shook their head at the question.
The teacher seemed to noticed her distracting behavior. "[name], what is that you are doing? Are you perhaps cheating?"
"No, ma'am! I, I was just asking if anyone has a spare pen. My pen ran out of ink..." She quickly denied the accusation of cheating.
"... Is that so? Does anyone have a spare pen for Ms. [last name] here? You, Scaramouche. Do you have one?" The teacher asked, as he looked at the teacher directly in the eyes and sighed.
"Hm, I do." He muttered as he grabbed a spare and handed it over to her, she smiled as she thanked him.
After the quiz, she thanked him again and was to return it but he shook his head. "You can keep it." He said as he got up and leave the classroom.
She got an undeniable butterfly on her stomach as she was left squealing by herself.
The next day, she gifted him some sweets.
He just looked at her as he scoffed. "If you're trying to impress me, you failed." He said as he denied the gift. [name] look confused. "You don't like it?" She asked.
"Like it? I hate it." He said as he rolled his eyes, "Oh, my mistake. I didn't know you don't like sweets." She apologized.
"..." He just quiet down as he look at his text book. "By the way, thank you for yesterday. I really couldn't thank you enough.
"...ha, it's just a pen. It's no big deal." He said as he furrowed his eyebrows, he's starting to get annoyed. This girl is more persistent than he likes so.
'Light—wake up.'
Recently, he's receiving more headaches than ever. He curses under his breath. Then that person entered the classroom. "Scara—!" The girl besides him turned her head towards the source. He scoffed as he stood up and left the classroom immediately, completely ignoring the person calling for him.
[name] just look at the abrupt leave as she gulped. 'Is that his ex?' She thought as she lowered her head.
A/N: I might crash out bcs wym I got assigned as a leader of a group 💀 sure, I wish to become a leader in the past, but it sure isn't the same as now
He had been doing nothing but listen to the ongoing lecture of his teacher. It was sort of—he's dozing off obviously. Likely he already knows the topic in advance, and he feels a bit unmotivated to pay attention.
Then the same girl talked to him, apparently his previous seatmate had swapped places with that girl. How convenient. "Are you bored, Scaramouche?" She asked as she was looking at her notes.
But still, she spoke in a whisper as she was just pretending to listen to their teacher.
"...." He did not answer right away as he glanced at her for a moment as he sighed. "Why?" He asked in a whispered tone.
She smiled as she stopped writing her notes.
"Because... I am bored too." She said as she took a look at him.
"...." He scoffed. "... and what should I do with this information? Billboard it?" He muttered as she didn't hear him right as she leaned in closely.
"...what? I didn't get that clearly..." She said as she looked at him. "Never mind." He said.
She looked at him curious as she was rather confused about what he had just said earlier.
Anyhow the teacher dismissed the students early, the girl arranged her things to be neat. He sighed, he closed his eyes—he remembered sleeping for ten hours yesterday yet he still felt rather tired. Burnt out, perhaps.
While the next subject teacher had yet to come to their room, their classroom president immediately stepped up in front of the class.
"Everyone! Please listen. I have an important announcement to make. So considering our homeroom teacher's birthday is coming up soon, I wanted as a class to surprise Ms. Evens. Now, are there any requests or suggestion on what should we do during Ms. Evens' birthday surprise?"
He scowled, another ridiculous money spending. He had been participating in these types of situations involuntarily. He doesn't like it because their treasurer is one heck of a crocodile. He dreaded the thought of giving them money which will only end up in their pockets.
"Again? Didn't we just contribute fifty last month...? And it's only for the decoration around the classroom..." The girl besides him said as she furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm sure that the total of the mora spent last month is only four hundred and fifty six. And considering that we are in total of thirty two students..."
Her eyes widened as she gulped. "There should be a few moras left." She frowned as she was looking at her paper that calculates the total mora they have agreed to contribute as a class for decoration around the room last month.
He hears her muttering.
It was not loud for anyone to hear but considering that she sat besides him, he heard her loud and clear. And despite, he would rather not interact with her, he agreed to what she had said earlier.
Later on, after school, their class president sending reminders of the contribution money once again and this time is one hundred-twenty moras. Of course it wouldn't be much to take from his pocket but considering they are all thirty two. The amount of mora will be accumulate is two thousand two-hundred forty moras.
This is beyond greediness.
A/N: I MIGHT NOT POST FOR A WHILE, guys... so most of series will be fillers because I want to this fanfiction last about 30+ chapters, before we get to the main plot... so I guess enjoy?
A story in which, Scaramouche is freshly single once again is faced with someone who happens to like him much so. He views that girl as someone who is weird, considering she still talks to him even though he ignores her every advances. Yet, that girl, [name]'s middle name is determination and resilience, she doesn't want to give up, not yet. Not until she's no longer a girl who is NBSB!
The story includes the following theme: smau, romance, betrayal, modern au, fake-dating, friends(?) to lovers, wholesome, and fluff
Status: Ongoing
Taglist: Open
Profiles—
'[name]'s questionable choices' team unstable 'COF'
A girl who's been dealing with issues since childhood, and since she never had a boyfriend, it comes to her that she needed to have at least have one before she leaves her school, she's a person who enjoys talking notes of the lectures of the every subjects, also love doodling and designing her notes so it would look appealing.
yoimiya
She have been friends [name] since they were young and she always knew about her being NBSB, and she also knew about her situation hence why she's nothing but supported with her decisions although there is a time when her friend is going too far, she would advice them to make an appropriate decisions.
Yoimiya and her father owns a firework shop, which she helps him make and sell them at their place. [name] made them a website about it.
ayaka
Came from a wealthy family, and despite her high-class origin, she remained humble and respectful to those around her and treat them with kindness, that's the kind of girl she is.
She and [name] met when they were still a child, she was at by the hospital, getting herself treated from sickness as she encountered a random cheery child and was instantly drawn into her cheerful personality.
kokomi
Sole of the Deep, is her pen name. She write stories, especially one's that involves military. Speaking about military, she also loves Zhenyu's work which is the Legend of the Sword. She often leads people in project, which self-explanatory. She's good at leadership.
She met [name] in town's bookstore, she saw her by study table. [name]'s head was by the table, seemingly sleeping. She let her be for hours. But as she came back to the section. [name] wasn't awake yet, so she made an effort to wake her up, but no response. Later, she made a right decision and call for an ambulance for an assist. As it turns out, she just a heavy sleeper. Any how, she finds out that [name] goes to the same school as her, and yariyariyarida, they've become friends.
mizuki
Yumemizuki Mizuki, a girl who is to become a psychologist. Worked as a part-time job at the Aisa Bathhouse. She had traveled to Natlan during summer break. And there, she met Mualani and they've become friends. She loves being at the hot spring, especially at People of the Spring's one. It's just too relaxing.
She met [name] through to the fact that Hyakujitsuhake Shion recommended [name] to go to her for consolation, and she did her part. What troubles Mizuki is that [name] carries a lot of negativity inside of her.
mualani
She's from Natlan, a friend of Mizuki. At her fresh years, she already own a watersports shop at the People of the Springs. Simply because in her young age, she's been athletic. Resides in Natlan, so she is their foreigner friend.
She met [name] through Mizuki, and when they first have their conversation, they immediately became friends.
N/A: I might disappear and not post for scaramouche's side pfp for the meantime, exams is next week ●□●
So early in the morning, truly annoyingly enough at some point, as if it wasn't annoying enough. She texted him. He turned on his message as he blinked at her messages as headache started to set in.
He put down his phone as he soon got up from his bed and headed downstairs to brush his teeth.
After which he went to the kitchen to cook himself a breakfast, because who else would if not him? He remembered in his junior year, his mother handed him money to buy himself his own food or ingredients for the food he would cook for himself.
"Here. You should be able to buy your own food. After all, you're not a toddler now; you are to be responsible for yourself, Kunikuzushi," his mother said to him. After that day, he started doing his own food. She couldn't cook anyway, and if ever she cooked for the two of them, it would be inedible.
Back then, when he was still in his early years, he was forced to gulp down an inedible food, which led him to food poisoning. So it was a win for him, anyhow. Although after all those horrible everyday meals, he's immune to food poisoning.
As expected, he saw his money allowance for the day on the kitchen counter. It was a good thing that the woman still had a speck of responsibility towards him. He went by the fridge to gather the things he thinks are necessary for his morning breakfast.
After a while, he was finished cooking his breakfast. He ate mindlessly, thinking about nothing. After that, he went to shower and went to school.
It's a good thing that his house is only blocks away from school. That way, even if he were to wake up late, he still would get to school at the right time. Anyhow, he had arrived. He went up to his locker and placed his things. Nothing much.
*
[SCHOOL] - 9:35 AM
It was peaceful, or so he thought. No one is talking to him, and no one is bothering him whatsoever. It's weird, but that's just how it is.
He's currently working on the papers that he will pass on later on to the teachers; it's his day because no one's to bother him to finish his work. But there's a part of him that sort of regrets not doing it yesterday. Just as he was about to say that today was his lucky day, the girl from yesterday approached him.
"Hello, Scaramouche." The girl greeted him with a smile as he just flat-out ignored her. "Uhm, I'm sorry about yesterday. Did my confession make you uncomfortable yesterday?" She asked as she sat beside him.
He didn't respond.
"O, oh! You don't have to respond. I just wanted to let you know that I am really sorry about yesterday if it made you uncomfortable," the girl shyly said as she chuckled a little.
It's a shame he didn't bring his earphones. How careless of him, but still he continued writing his papers. Unfortunately, the girl noticed.
"Oh, is that...? Wait, that's—we're going to pass that later. You're just starting now...?" The girl said as she widened her eyes; she watched him write down the things that she had been struggling with yesterday.
"Oh wow, you're so natural at writing sentences. Even I was a little bit stuck on what I should use for my sentences," she said as she tried to uphold a conversation, but she was not successful.
"... uhm, I didn't know that you also cram works, Scaramouche. Good luck then," she said as she stood up and left. Gosh, that was embarrassing. He looked in her direction, but he went back to his papers to finish it all up.
For sure, that girl would give up sooner or later.
All of the things that needed to be done are finished; he took a deep breath as he can relax his mind now.
Life's so slow and boring.
It was afternoon as he was just walking up to his locker, especially since he planned on going to his house early when she bumped into him. Her again? What's her deal?
"Sorr—Scaramouche? I'm so sorry," she said as she quickly took a step back. He's pissed, as he scoffed.
"..." She just stood before him as he stared her down.
"Mind your step, miss," He said as he simply turned around and left. Yet another embarrassing encounter, indeed. Poor girl.
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A/N: To be continued or to be discontinued, I do not know.
TAGLIST (ask in comments to be taglist, if want ^^):
I still remember that day, light. I remember how you were in bothered during that time. You were so handsome. I'm glad we're together. That's why I wrote this letter. To say thank you to you, light. That no matter how you are unfeeling towards me. I will always love you and our times together.
yours truly, your ex-girlfriend—
*
[SCHOOL] - 12:03 P.M
It was lunch and there's a bustling crowd that most of the people in class are rounding about that one weird girl. Seems like there's a commotion regarding her, either way he doesn't seem to care.
'Have you heard? That girl with a weird hairstyle have a illness. Said you're her crush.' A boy said as he just remained still—he doesn't care if a person have a crush on him. Really. A chaos and loud people started to tease the two of them. The girl seemed embarrassed as she shook her head, and him? He still remained unbothered.
Then one said, 'Scara you should totally give that chick a chance.' The person nudged him as he blinked.
'No.'
'Bro, this is the chance to make your ex jealous! You want to get back at her, right?'
Only silence engulfed the two of them as Scaramouche looked at the person who's talking at him.
'And what? Make her hope that I actually like her? Rather not.'
He said to him as he furrowed his eyebrows, he seems agitated.
'Okay, fair. But, don't you want to get that girl a chance. I mean, a chance? She'll be leaving, y'know. And I was kind of hoping that maybe making her happy will give her memories to remember.'
Scaramouche looked at the person talking as he scoffed. "Then why don't you be her boyfriend?'
"I can't, she likes you not me.'
"But you seem like to have a feelings towards her.' He said as he looked away.
'That's not what important. What I'm saying is that you should give her a chance and if by the time she leaves, you break up with her. And don't you think this is a good opportunity to make her jealous? I know, I know you said about taking advantage of that girl.'
The guy said as he look at Scaramouche who look about to punch his mouth for saying any more nonsense.
'Instead, why don't the two of you form an agreement? That you will only be dating her for a while and no attachment needed. After... she did say to me that she just wanted to experience to have you as a boyfriend and by the time she leaves the school, she'll break up with you.'
The guy explained but it's still unreasonable. Scaramouche remained aloof as he turned away his head to avoid getting into his nonsense more.
'Leave me alone, Ger. I don't want to hear anymore of your nonsensical mouth."
He said with a cold tongue as he closed his eyes. He wasn't particularly interested in getting into a relationship as of the moment as he is still yet to move on from his previous girlfriend.
Too much negativity will be poured out if he spilled it to anyone one by one so he prefered to keep it quiet.
"Whatever you say, hat guy."
Then Ger left.
So it was like that, he refused to get involved with much people. Much like he would enter yet another suffocating relationship with someone. He was about to leave when he saw her again.
His face might not look like it but it is still yearning for her. He doesn't get it. He just left the classroom without anyone bothering him.
[SCHOOL] - 4:29 P.M
He's standing infront of his locker as he was zoning out once again. He regained his sense of surroundings as he remembered why he was infront of his locker.
He grabbed his reference book as he put it inside of his bag.
Then he saw her. That weird girl.
"Hello, Scaramouche."
She said while greeting him, he nodded as a sign of acknowledgement but that was it. He was about to turn away as she spoke again.
"I... I want to ask."
She said in a mutter as she clutched the strap of her bag.
Scaramouche looked at her as he was slightly annoyed that he was being held back by a girl he barely knew. He had no plans whatsoever but he needed to go home.
Not because of emergency. But the need to lay down on the bed and to get away from socializing with bunch of wretched people.
"... what?"
He replied shortly.
The girl fidgeted her fingers as she look at him in the eyes serious.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
She said as she look at him with a determined expression.
This is a perfect moment, a moment where she confessed to her crush and there's music and flowers slowly falling around them and a gentle wind passes through them as it was completely cinematic. One that is worth fawning over—
Surely, something good will happen, yeah?
"No."
He said as he turned around and walked away. She was shocked but still she kind of expected that would be his answer. She scratched her head as she gulped, she felt embarrassed.
[HOUSE] - 6:11 P.M
"You're late." A woman said with a stern voice. His eyes locked at the woman by the kitchen. He took a deep breath as he took off his shoes and just headed up to his room.
"You're slowly growing to be brat, Kunikuzushi."
The woman said but he just slammed his door shut. He was too tired to deal with anymore of the nonsense of everything that comes out of everyone's mouth.
He puts down his bag to the floor as he sat by his bed. He took a deep breath, he's back to his life once again.
A life. Without her.
"...ugh, all of this is making my head hurts." He muttered as he lay down om his bed as he stared at the ceiling, forgetting about the assigned works he needed to pass tomorrow.
He couldn't help but sigh, he is tired.
Tired.
He closed his eyes as he drifted off to sleep.
*
"Darling—darling!" A girl said to him as she was teasing him about the nickname she gave him.
"Stop calling me that. It's beyond mortifying." He said as he furrowed his eyebrows but still there's a slight upward around his mouth.
"Oh! You're smiling! Means you like it, huh?" She teases him as she poked his cheek.
He swatted her hand away from his face.
"Hah, you wish, delusional." He scoffed as he crossed his arms.
"Hmmm, light."
"... light, what?"
"That's what I'm going to start calling you." She said as she smile.
"Why?"
"Just cause. Why? You don't like it?"
"... I'm curious."
"Ah, hehe, because you lit the darkened world I have before. But now that you are here. You are the light." He was speechless.
"You're so corny that I could gag from pure disgust."
"You don't mean that, light." Then a silent comfortable silence engulfed the two.
"... light, I love you." She said in a soft voice as she look at him with pure and sincere love.
"...I—"
His eyes opened as he noticed that it was already dawn. He planned to get up but maybe not today.
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A/N: Should I continue? You may notice that there is no masterlist, well because I am still cotemplating whether or not to continue this.
