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“Scara! Come on, let’s go that way…” Heizou slung his arm around Scaramouche’s waist as he guided their way to the cafeteria for lunch, away from Childe; only briefly looking back and shooting him a smirk. The hallway was crowded with students, and it didn't help that most people were going in the opposite direction too.
Childe gritted his teeth, of course that burgundy-haired bastard would steal his dear Scaramouchie pookie away from him.
It's been a while since Childe has started liking Scaramouche — they share the same classes, and even had the same music taste, but… his crush had a best friend, Heizou, who also has a crush on him. So now, this unspoken rivalry between Childe and Heizou started brewing like an unstable pot of potion. To say the least, they were trying to one-up each other by spending more time with Scaramouche than the other; it was pathetic and childish, but they were petty.
Luckily, his next class was with Scaramouche, the cherry on top being that Heizou wasn't there. He smirked and chuckled lightly to himself (which looked schizophrenic to others) and hurried to his next class.
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Scaramouche came into the lecture slightly late, and came to sit next to Childe — purely because it was the only seat left vacant. Childe’s attention was drawn to his crush immediately as he tried to seem cool and nonchalant by taking notes, actually taking notes, which he never really did in other classes. But then he thought of Heizou, that he probably made Scaramouche late, which was unpleasant to him. Very. Although he was trying to remain calm he couldn't help but steal glances at Scaramouche once every so often, how could anyone resist those indigo eyes?
“Hey, you're staring into me a bit hard, buddy.”
“What-?”
“You’re insufferable.”
Scaramouche scoffed and reached out, grabbing Childe’s chin and turning his face back to whatever the lecturer was teaching. Childe was caught off guard, was he really that obvious?? It wasn't like his entire head was turned 90 degrees to the left to gaze at Scaramouche just now… right? But since they had a somewhat flowing conversation, Childe decided to use this opportunity to talk to Scaramouche some more, not even caring about the lecturer at this point.
“So um… did Heizou do anything? I mean, like, what did you guys do?" Childe uncharacteristically stuttered and mentally facepalmed himself, he watched as Scaramouche's expression morphed from confused, to irritated, and to indifference. Scaramouche let out a scoff, and considered not even answering Childe, but decided to indulge in his curiosity anyway.
"Hah... He just bought me lunch. What, you jealous?" Scaramouche rolled his eyes and crossed his arms on his chest. His voice was sarcastic, but he surely was testing the waters and observed Childe's expression. And... Yeah, Childe's expression gave everything away. Why is he so obvious.
"N-No! Why the hell would I even be jealous? It's not like I like you or anything..." Childe sounded like a highschool tsundere schoolgirl in love. That unfortunately attracted many other's attentions around him, including the lecturer who scolded him once more. Childe let out a huff at that, and he saw Scaramouche smirk at him, the one that suggested 'oh haha you deserved that'. He unconsciously clenched his fists but he knew he couldn't stay mad at his crush for long.
The class ended just a few minutes later. Scaramouche was thrilled to escape this damn classroom and probably Childe too so he visibly shoved everything into his bag and slung it over his shoulder, calling it a day and practically bolted off. Damn it, Childe thought, i wanted to converse with him more... he obviously wanted to, but somehow every time he did he always ended up embarrassing himself.
Childe sighed as he walked out of the class and saw Heizou with Scaramouche again. Well, it was more like Heizou trying to start a conversation while Scaramouche was just tolerating him. Even though he revelled in the satisfaction that Scaramouche didn't really care about Heizou, why the hell did that dude get to spend more time with Scaramouche than him??
The ginger watched from far away, a conflicted expression on his face as the two walked away from him.