──★ ˙ ̟ 🕷🕸 my hero (smau)
i. how about you kys
YOUR POV
I hated Scaramouche Kunikazushi Raiden.
He was... Insufferable.
I hated the way he smirked, his way of speech, like everyone was just a pawn in his game, his mannerism (as if he had any), the way he struts down the hallway, pushing those in his path.
It wasn't hate. It was loathe. And really, really, his presence wouldn't have bothered me. If not for the fact that he was always out for me.
I hadn't done anything to offend him. Not once! But he always finds a way to target me.
Ever since some stupid debate, where I came triumphant by the way, he's just been... On my skin. Like an itch that I'm begging to leave. And there he was, gum in mouth, chewing very obnoxiously, as he strutted through the gates of Celestia Academy of Science and Technology (CAST), like he owned the world.
I gritted my teeth at the sight of him. "Move," he said as he already pushed past me He turned around, a smirk ever so present on his ugly toad face. "You're looking quite insipid today."
I huffed, choosing to ignore him rather than entertain his insults. As I walk past him, he tugs on my backpack's haul loop, pulling me back, and whispering in my ear, "good luck on today's test, peanut." before pushing my back and strutting forward. I dusted my uniform skirt as I followed behind him.
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The look on Scara face after failing the math test was priceless.
He stared at his paper like he just say a ghost. His already pale skin, paler, his eyes dilated, mouth slightly agape.
I couldn't help but let out a slight giggle. Then he turned to me, looking like the monster from a horror movie. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his usual 'cool.'
"What'd you get?" He asked, sounding almost desperate to know. "What about you tell me yours?" I suggested, wanting to tease him to his breaking point. Scoffing, he remarks with a forced smile. “I asked first, sunshine.”
“I asked last.” I retorted. “I don't give a shit.” He said, snatching my paper from my hands. “Hey!—”
“Miss. Ln, I am trying to speak to a class.” The teacher said, turning back to look at me with narrowed eyes filled with strident disappointment. "Or, would you like to take on that role?" He added, causing me to cringe. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.” I apologize as Scara snickered beside me, mocking me.
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.” He mocked me, attempting to sound like me, but in a high pitch tone that was nothing close to my actual voice. “Gosh, can you shut up?” He said, finally looking at my score.
Then, he was suddenly dead silent. All that mockery in his eyes fading away in a flash.
Feeling confident, I smirked, folding my arms. “Why are you shocked that I'm better than you?” At my words he squeezed my paper, muttering something along of the lines of “are you fucking serious?” and “how about you kill yourself?”
Rolling my eyes, I snatched his paper while he was still looking at my score, mortified. “What did you even get to elicit such a reaction?” I asked as I looked at his score.
Eighty-six.
Wait, that's wrong. Was it my eye contacts? I rubbed my eyes and checked again. Still, an eighty-six appeared right in front of me. Marked on the paper with a green pen. But to me it looked red.
I flipped the script over and flipped it back, used my hand to cover and uncover the score, but it was no use. He really got an eighty-six?
Scaramouche Kunikazushi Raiden, getting an eighty-six? That's wrong. I expected something low like a ninety-one or ninety. An eighty-six wasn't like Scara. It wasn't like us.
For anyone else they’d be jumping in excitement at even a fifty or fourty-nine, but for him? No. In math of all subjects too...
Just this morning he got a ninety-nine in history. Higher than me even. How did it come to this? I mean he did use the bathroom a lot and seemed usually... tensed. He was tapping his feet on the ground, twirling his pen in-between his fingers... Did he forget to study?
I dusted it off. I handed his script back to him, he handed mine back, and we didn’t speak for the rest of class. It felt dead silent, even as the teacher addressed the whole class.
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When class finally ended, the teacher asked for Scara to stay back. Scara had never been called after class. Only for awards, or appraisal, but after seeing his score… I could already guess what this was about.
“You too, yn. I need you to enter these scores.” He called me back just as i was about to leave the class. A shiver went down my whole body. I nodded, going behind the teacher's table to enter the scores on his laptop. I didnt want to hear this.
He sat on the edge of the table, blocking my view from looking at Scara, but I could already tell how he was looking like right now. “Scara, you seem to be dropping. Especially in my class." The teacher started, arms crossed, leg over the other.
I couldn't watch this, please.
"Erm sir, may I use the washroom?" I asked, interrupting before it even began.
"Ah, yes, sure." I slipped out of the classroom as fast I could, rushing to the bathroom. I turn my phone on for the first time all day, and open the GC Hu tao made.
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I turn my phone off and slump on the bathroom wall, until I hit he ground. Sitting on the floor, I realized something. Hu Tao and Venti are right—despite they're way of saying it— why do I care? It's not my fault he got an eighty-six.
I hated him.
I also have, always will.
After a few minutes, I hear a knock on the door. "Yn, the teacher is calling you." A familiar voice calls out to me. "Coming!" My voice echoes in the bathroom and I cringed. Still, I dust my uniform and got out.
And immediately I'm met with that ugly purple grinch. He places his hand on the door frame, locking me between him and the door.
Before I could go back inside, he places his hand beside my hand and on the door frame, blocking me from leaving. And no matter how much I forced, he wouldn't budge.
"What do you want?" I asked, arms crossed, eyebrow quirked. "You." He says, leaning in closer. What the hell? "Are you attempting to flirt with me? If so, you have to know I have five hundred and sixty three reasons why—" "gosh, do you ever stop talking?" He groaned.
"I just want to talk, but I know you'd try running away." He explained. But, he was right. "So, you went to these length?" I asked. Sighing, I added, "I won't run away. Trust." He looked at me a bit skeptical, but he moved back, leaving a gap between us.
There was always a gap between us, I had noted.
"Can you not tell anyone?" He pleaded. Murmured? It didn't sound like a plead. More like a threat. "Not tell anyone what?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Don't try to play dumb. You know what I'm talking about." He growled, running a hand throw his hair to cool himself. "I don't know what your talking about though." I continued to play dumb.
"The test." He admitted, sighing and placing a hand in his pocket. "What happened during the tes—" "look," he cut me off, his patience already wearing thin. "If you tell anyone, I'd make your life a living hell. You know your family's already..." He threatened, eyeing me up and down.
I suddenly became self-conscious, all the confidence, and smugness I displayed earlier soon vanishing. My arms fall to my side as I looked back at him. A smirk plastered on his face, like he just won a big prize.
"What? Did I hit you where it hurts?" I didn't reply, because he knew he got me. "That's what I thought." He said, walking away with a triumphant smirk on his face.
I hated Scaramouche.
With a burning, sickening passion.
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As I got home, I huffed and puffed in anger. How could he talk to me that way? Why is he threatening me with my family situation if he knew? Was he really that cold hearted? I looked at my phone and before I could cave in and do something I'd regret, I get a call from Lumine.
"Hello?" I ran a hand through my face, trying to sound less angry on call. "Are you crying?" She says from the other end of the line, worry laced in her voice.
I didn't even need to see her face to know the expression she was making right now. "What? No?" I said, but as I looked at the mirror I could see the redness of my eyes, not just from anger. Had I been crying without realizing it?
"It sounds like you are.. Are you okay?" She asked, concern etched in her voice. "No, I'm fine." I lied, not wanting to rant about Scara again. I'd rather not think about him. "Okay... We can talk about it later. If you want? Can you meet up? Wanmin restaurant." She asks, and I let out sigh. "Yeah, lemme just get freshen up."
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At the sight of Lumine at Wanmin, I smile. Because of the tests I had so much of Scara, I didn't realize how much I missed her.
She got up, and I called out her name before sprinting towards her to embrace her, tears threatening to spill. I missed her so much. "What happened? Is it Scara?" At the mention of his name, I scowled. "I'd rather not talk about him." My voice turns bitter at the mere thought of him.
"Oh, okay." She simply said, not wanting to poke at it more. We sit down as we chattered, our topics varying from school to stupid social media influencers. Just like how it usually was.
"You know spiderman?" She said, straying away from our previous topic about animals. I arch a brow, "yes, why are we talking about him? " She knew my view on him. A hero with spider powers saving people? Sounds like a con artist to me. "I know you think he's fake—" "I still do—" "—but what if I told you he was... Real, and not a con artist?"
"Where is this coming from?" I asked, a bit skeptical. "He.. Saved my life yesterday. I was inside a falling building and he... Saved me and everyone in it." Was Lumine delusional, or was she speaking the truth?
"Maybe you were dreaming," I murmured. "No, it was real. The building is being repaired as we speak, do you not believe me—" I cut her off before she could speak anymore... Bullshit. "Oh, I want to believe you. But it defies all sciences. I mean, a super hero who has spider-like powers? This isn't a comic book, Lumine. This is real life. You've got to think logically." I reasoned. Lumine looked shocked at my defense, but she sighed, looking down at as she fidgeted her hands.
"Then how did—" "maybe you were in a daze and got out of the building before it collapsed. Then, you thought it was some superhero you came to save you. Our brain does that sometimes." I explained as I stood up. "I.. Have to go. Take care." "Yeah, bye." She said as we departed. Still sitting there, looking down casted.
It wasn't like us to fight. But, let's be real, spiderman couldn't actually be real, right? How stupid. To even think I actually believed her. Just for a second.
pairing― spiderscara x gn!reader
synopsis ― your enemy, rival, archnemesis, scaramouche was hiding something. randomly, he'd leave the class and come back looking like he'd just fought a battle... in the toilet? no, somethings up. while your suspicions arise though, you get mixed up with the infamous spiderman. what would happen if these two happened to be the same? and worse, you were falling for him. hard.
warnings; slow burn, academic rivals to lovers, eventual time skip, in high school they're 15-16, in college they're 19-20, angst, mentions of alcohol, weed, sensual jokes, mention of abuse etc
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Sorry for edging ya'll
This smau bareky had smau parts but the secind one will 🥺
Erm.. Tell me if u prefer this one!
I also decided to make lumine have a crush on spiderscara :3
GUYS I DIDNT GET THAT INSULT FROM CHATGPT MY FRIEND ON DISCORD TOLD ME HELP 😭 it just gave chat gpt insult thats why I said it
i wanted to make yn be this logical, intellect. Hope I did it right cuz I have a friend like her and just ctrl + c ctrl + v her personality. Only difference is my friends believes rats will take over the world.
thank u @captaincalebsanchor for telling me how to change the colour thingy :3
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