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Sniffled noises were coming out of you as you perched under a tree, sobbing with your head in your knees. It was 5pm after school and you were at the park down the street of your highschool.
You were wiping your nose when you felt a presence in front of you. Peeking through your knees, you glanced at the person’s shoes.
Of course, it was Scaramouche.
You weren’t really surprised since Scaramouche always found his way to tease you at the most inconvenient times. The two of you had a frenemy thing but most of the time you were at each other’s throats, throwing insults at one another.
“ I’m not in the mood for your stupid games, Scaramouche. ”
He was thrown off at your statement since usually you’d call him weird names like “emo guy” or “anger issued cow” (which were usually the goofy names that came to your mind) or just a nickname in general (Scara, Scar, Mouche, etc).
“ Tch, whatever. ”
He rolled his eyes and sat on your right side under the tree. He wrapped his left hand around your back, patting your shoulder as you cried.
“ What are you crying about, stupid. ”
His words were rude, as always but for some reason the wording and tone didn’t quite match. He sounded more concerned than what he thought he’d sound like.
“ Oh shut up. What do you wanna know? It’s none of your business anyway. Always butting in on my privacy. Stop acting like you care. ”
“ Who said I was acting, hm? ”
You lifted your head up from your knees and glared at him before rolling your eyes then looking away. He noticed your puffy eyes and red nose. Tears were still falling from your eyes but you were calmer when Scaramouche appeared. His presence gave you mixed feelings. Comforting but angry that he’s here to give you company out of all people.
“ So are you gonna tell me why you’re crying or not, otherwise I’m leaving. ”
He pulled you closer to him so that your head was laying on his shoulder and squeezed you firmly. Your head was still buried in your hands as you started crying again.
You got the courage to tell him even if you knew how Scaramouche was like.
“ This place is just so stupid. No one acknowledges my hard work and it’s so frustrating and tiring. I’m only everyone’s second choice, even you. Whenever your friends are busy, you just troll me for the sake of your entertainment. Everything I do and put effort into is just pointless in the end.”
You were finally able to speak after stuttering most words. Scaramouche is shocked at you for breaking out in front of him. He had no words to comfort you. For the first time, he didn’t know how to say or react. No insults, no comments, no statements, no nothing. Nothing came out of him. He just simply stood up.
“ See, I knew telling you was no use. You’re just– ”
He pulled you up and hugged you tightly.
“ Shh.. It’s alright. ”
Your eyes widened in surprise, tears still running down your cheek. You’ve never seen this side of Scaramouche. It felt so weird yet so pleasant? You squeezed your eyes shut tight as muffled cries began.
You were just so tired of everything and everyone. You felt alone and stressed.
He pulled you away and stared at you, using his hands to wipe the tears from your eyes. You stared at him with question in your eyes. He definitely looked softer than he usually does but it also seemed like he has something on his mind.
You were about to say something when he pulled you into a kiss. Now you were very surprised. Once he pulled away, he glanced at you before kissing your cheek. You stood there, frozen, not knowing how to react. He embraced you again and you could feel your face burning.
“ I’m.. Sorry I made you feel that way. I can take your rejection, it's fine, just stop crying.. Please?”
Now you were even more surprised. That was like the third shock of the day. You didn’t know what to say. You did start developing feelings for him after a while but you didn’t think he’d like you back.
“ It’s okay, don’t worry. I accept your confession. ”
He nodded in response.
“ Now stop crying. You’re gonna ruin that pretty face of yours. ”
You patted his back, smiling. He kissed your cheek again wiping any excess tears on your face before accompanying you back home. You were grateful for him even if you guys had never properly gotten along.