You stared at your phone for a few moments, at a loss for what to do. So, you came up with four options.
a. Ghost him
b. Lie
c. Tell the truth
d. Dodge the question
…
None of those were particularly great.
You decided to choose option D. First, lying or ghosting him would make you feel guilty for the rest of your life, and second, option C sounded terrifying, to say the least. Being perceived by one of the most beautiful men you have ever met seemed horrible.
You swung your legs to the edge of the mattress, lowering them till you felt your feet touch the ground. Quickly brushing your teeth and getting dressed, you walked out of the room and spotted Scaramouche on the sofa.
“Hey. Did you sleep okay?” You sat down next to him.
“Yeah. My ride will be here in a few minutes. I met your roommate, she was a little startled when she saw me. Did you not tell her I was here?” Scaramouche pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked at you.
“Oh, she was busy, I didn’t want to disturb her. Who’s picking you up?”
“My roommate,” Scaramouche looked at his phone, bracing to stand. “He just texted me. I’ll wait outside. I’ve stayed here long enough.”
“Oh, it’s totally fine, I kept you here.”
He didn’t reply and walked over to the front door. He pulled his shoes on.
“…Be safe. Text me when you get home. Thank you for, uh, everything, I guess?” You scratched the back of your neck. “I’m sorry I pulled you into this mess.”
“It’s fine. You should tell the police about this before it escalates further.”
“Lumine has connections, she’s already informed someone.”
“Alright,” Scaramouche pulled the door open and stepped out. “Don’t go anywhere alone.”
“I won’t. Thank you again!” You watched the door as it closed and the locks clicked into place.
It’s been quite some time since your last stream, but with recent events, you weren’t quite sure whether exposing yourself on the internet was a good idea.
Ah, whatever. You needed to do something different to take your mind off of everything that’s happened.
a/n :: im SO SORRY for ghosting u guys for 2 months i got locked out of my account cus i changed phones 😭 i also lost a lot of my photos when i switched phones hence why i had to redo all of the twinote settings,,,, im soso sorry!! this is also such an ass chapter cus i rushed idk if ti makes up for it but updates will be consistent from now!!
hai haiiii :3333 i just found your scaramouche smau and i was wondering if i could be added to the taglist for it ^^ i hope you have a good day, take care!!!! <333
of course !! ill add u right away ^_^ thank u asw, u too!!
chapter may be triggering, please proceed with caution
A flash of violet hair in your peripherals alerted you to Scaramouche’s presence and your head turned to see him standing with his back leaned against the wall of the entrance to Windblume Shopping Centre. His fingers were clad with silver rings and his frame was covered with a dark jacket to combat the chill lingering in the air due to the presence of winter’s cold embrace. There was a navy scarf also wrapped around his neck and a black beanie on his head. His face was slightly flushed, likely due to the weather.
“Hey, I’m here! Sorry I told you to show up at eight instead of five, something came up with Lumine. What did you want to talk about?” you waved at him as soon as you were in his line of vision.
“Not here. I’d rather not be seen by anyone in such a crowded place.” Scaramouche did not return the greeting and just grabbed your hand. His flesh was cold, as expected for seven degree weather, and slowly warmed as the two of you shared body heat.
If it were any other situation, you would have blushed like a little shoujo protagonist and probably giggled about it as you went to sleep in the night, but the past week had been so stressful that you hadn’t thought about pursuing anything romantically with Scaramouche, unlike that first meeting that happened before the creep had messaged you.
When he let go, you found yourself in a modest park that you knew nobody frequented, and the two of you sat down on a wooden bench.
“It’s cold, isn’t it?” you exaggerated a shiver and glanced at his serious face. It was kind of scary, to be honest. He ignored your attempt at an icebreaker (pun intended).
“Have you had any more encounters with the stalker?” Scaramouche’s voice was hushed, as if he was trying not to alert any people that could have been nearby.
“No, it’s been quiet since that day. I haven’t been out, though.” you said.
“That’s good. They haven’t sent me any more letters either.”
“It’s a little unsettling, though. Why were they so persistent for a bit? They just up and vanished.”
“It’s better like this. With luck, they won’t show up again after their second number was blocked.”
“I hope so.”
There was a quiet that stretched out for a few minutes, broken only by twigs snapping from light-footed animals in the forest nearby, and the gentle creaking of the bench when Scaramouche stood.
“I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
You resisted the urge to say “go piss girl!” and simply smiled and waved at him as he walked away.
You pulled out your phone to scroll, watching videos on Instagram while he was gone. After a minute or two, you heard footsteps and pocketed your phone, looking around nervously. Maybe Scaramouche was coming back?
Oh, how gravely wrong you were.
Your mouth opened to call out to him and you suddenly felt a gloved palm on your lips, muffling any sounds you made. An arm snaked under your shoulders to pull you up and you grabbed it to try to get free, nails digging into the dark cloth and legs flailing as you tried to kick whoever was behind you.
Only when you bit the thinly gloved hand on your mouth did your attacker finally loosen their grip, allowing you to pull them off for enough time to scream. It didn’t help that they were bigger than you, and they held on tighter when they recovered, though you suddenly felt them drop you and heard two separate pairs of feet running near you.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Scaramouche’s eyes rove all over your body, checking for any traces of injury. Fortunately, you were unharmed, but your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Yeah, I- who- what the hell?” you bury your face in your hands, nails digging into your flesh.
You felt something nudge your head and looked up to see a water bottle being offered to you.
“Drink something.” his tone seemed to soften.
You hadn’t properly looked at his expression yet and as you glanced up at him, you saw a slight furrow in his brow and a look of worry that looked almost out of place on his face.
It was sweet, actually.
“Thank you.” you took the bottle gratefully and took a sip, hands trembling a little less.
“I’ll walk you home. Do you want to go now, or sit for a little longer?”
“I’d.. prefer to sit here for a few more minutes, if it’s okay with you.”
“Alright.” the bench creaked as Scaramouche sat beside you.
You were grateful that he was quiet, you didn’t think you’d be able to hold a conversation in your current state anyway. Your thoughts were plagued with worry and the feeling of someone’s hands on you and the helplessness of not being able to do anything about it.
You shifted a little closer, shoulder brushing his and an apology automatically spilling from your lips. Having no gap between the two of you felt safer for some unknown reason.
“I guess you’ve saved me again, haha.” an awkward chuckle followed your statement and you glanced at Scaramouche as nodded.
You could have sworn that he was smiling, even if only slightly.
It was a little cute, you couldn’t help but think (despite the situation).
“I think I want to get going now.” you handed the bottle back to him and stood.
He stood up right after you and offered his hand.
“It’s safer if theres a lesser chance of one of us being pulled away.” he said, though he avoided your eyes.
“Okay.” you slipped your fingers between his and you both started to walk to your home.
Your hands shook as you fumbled with the keys, finally slotting the correct one into the hole and turning it. The door clicked open and you stepped inside, taking your shoes off and putting them on the rack.
“If there isn’t anything else you need, I’ll walk to the bus stop now.”
“Wait, it’s late. You should stay the night. I don’t think it’s safe for you to wander the streets either.” you held out a hand to stop him, worry displayed in the crease of your brow and your eyes.
“Are you certain? I can hold my own if needed.”
“I’d rather you not get hurt at all. The attacker was much bigger than you, Scaramouche.”
He stayed silent for a few moments before speaking again.
“It was the stalker.”
You opened your mouth to say something, but it just hung open for a minute.
“Really?”
“Matched the appearance in the cameras. Ski mask was on his face, but I’m pretty sure it was a man.”
“Holy shit.”
You grabbed his wrist to try to drag him inside.
“That’s even more reason for you to not go out alone tonight. He already doesn’t like you.”
You brought him inside and sat him down on an armchair, pulling out blankets from a drawer and setting down a pillow on one side of the sofa.
“I’m sorry, both bedrooms are occupied at the moment, so you’ll have to take the couch. It’s quite comfortable, don’t worry.” you laid out a thin blanket as a makeshift bedsheet and handed him two thicker ones.
“There are spare blankets in storage if you get cold, but the heater is on anyway.”
“Is this fine? You barely know me and you’re letting me stay over?” Scaramouche raised a brow.
“Of course it’s fine. Oh, also, I can give you spare clothes if you need them in the morning.”
Scaramouche nods and takes off all his layers to reveal a large Exist Trace shirt underneath.
“You like Exist Trace?” you ask.
“I do.”
“That was the first Inazuman band I listened to, actually.”
“That’s cool.”
You were slightly disappointed at his dry answer, but you were too tired from the day to continue the conversation anyway.
“Um, anyway, good night.” you waved at him and walked to your room.
Hope your doing well💙💙💙 also I LOVE your smau with scaramouche It’s already amazing and usually it takes like more than 2-4 chapters to get hooked but it’s something how you write and the setting makes it interesting and fun 🥹🥹🙏🏽🙏🏽 sorry if I’m confusing I just mean it’s really good for only 5 chapters as of today 1-25-26
omg thank u so much !! ive rewritten the next chapyer like eight times so im really glad u think jts good 🥹🥹🥹 i havent written in so long i thought i had gotten rusty!!
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