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whoistartaglia · 1 year

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you avoid your crush.

how do you deal with an unwanted but undeniable crush? you avoid them: save the friendship, mourn the relationship. or, so you thought.

including: cyno, the wanderer.

warnings: gender neutral reader, slight angst, mostly fluff.

cyno.

when you realized you’ve developed feelings for cyno, your best friend, you didn’t know what to do. you couldn’t tell him and ruin the friendship. that would be a disaster, and break your heart twice over: once, to lose cyno as a friend, and again, to lose him as anything more. so you resigned yourself to only have your heart broken once: you would avoid cyno until your feelings disappeared, and keep your friendship with him intact.

so that’s exactly what you do. everything was going fine, too—until today, when cyno cornered you in a small alcove at the akademiya.

“oh, cyno…! funny seeing you here…”

“is it, though?” he asks. “i do work here. we both work here, actually. wouldn’t it be stranger not to see me?”

yes, it is, but cuno doesn’t give you time to respond before he continues: “so isn’t it quite strange that i haven’t seen you in what? a week or two now?”

“yes… i guess.”

cyno waits for more, but you give him nothing else. you fidget under the weight of his stare. he’s observing you and you get the feeling like you’re an experiment gone wrong, a conclusion miscalculated.

“al-righ-t,” cyno finally says, drawing out each syllable. he hesitates for a second before his face hardens and he says, “if you want to avoid and ignore me and pretend i don’t exist, then you can avoid and ignore me and pretend i don’t exist. i can’t stop you, even if i hate it. but i would have at least wanted an answer as to why.”

cyno steps aside then, as if to tell you the conversation is gone, you’re free to go. but you don’t move, can’t move. you can’t even think as cyno steps away, only his words ringing in your ears: i would have at least wanted an answer as to why. you owed him that much, at least.

“wait, cyno—“ you take in a deep breath, and the words tumble out all at once. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for avoiding you i— i really thought it was the best since i like you and you don’t like me, and i didn’t want to ruin our friendship but it just ended up hurting the both of us and it was a really stupid, but i didn’t know what else to do and… i’m really sorry.”

you look up when cyno doesn’t say anything. he’s still studying you, maybe even more intensely than before.

“yes.” he finally says.

“what?”

“it was really stupid.”

your face burns in embarrassment. cyno continues, “not just your plan—but that you thought we couldn’t be friends if i didn’t feel the same way back.”

“i know i just—“ you abruptly cut off, repeating what cyno just said in your head. “you feel… the same way back?”

“yes. i’d tell you it was stupid not to realize i also like you… but until now, i didn’t know you felt the same.”

“oh.” and then again, because you don’t know what else to say, “i’m sorry.”

cyno allows a faint smile to grace his lips. “i’ll forgive you this time, [name]. honestly, i’m just relieved you don’t hate me.”

“i could never hate you,” you say immediately.

“it didn’t feel like that this week. or last.” you look down again, disappointed that you allowed yourself to make cyno feel that way. he continues, a little gentler: “you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

“how?” you ask, already knowing you would do anything.

“how about you let me take you on a date? granted that’s something you probably want but there, you can tell me everything.”

you wouldn’t say no on any circumstance, but especially not when cyno’s finally smiling at you again. your relationship was off to a more than rocky start, but you find yourself hoping you can turn it around for the better.

the wanderer.

it was hard to avoid the wanderer as you were adventuring over teyvat together, just the two of you. when you first realized your feelings for him, and decided they would only prematurely end your expedition when he didn’t feel the same back, you swore to keep them a secret. to do that, you would need to distance yourself from him, but that proved rather difficult and… well, extremely obvious.

you stare into the flames of your small campfire. you sit opposite of the wanderer, though on previous cold nights like these, you probably would have been right next to him. similarly, you both would have trading stories and reminiscing about past adventures, not blanketed in this silence.

it’s clues like those, coupled with the equally obvious signs that you were had feelings for him, that let the wanderer discover your plan.

the wanderer leans back, resting on his elbows. the sun was setting, and already the stars would come out. on clear nights like these, you would spend hours—maybe the whole night—pointing out the different constellations.

looking at you now, eyes boring in the fire, the wanderer knows that’s not going to happen tonight. at least, not if he doesn’t do something about it.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he starts. you glance up sharply at him.

“yeah, i guess,” you mumble, looking back down.

“why?”

you trace circles in the dirt. “i’m just… tired. i guess. yeah, i might just go to bed early—“

“have you ever heard of,” the wanderer cuts you off, “the phrase, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder?’”

you pause. he can’t possibly know… can he?

“i’ve know of it,” you reply tightly.

“so then you also know that you’re little idea of ignoring me in hopes that your feelings go away was doomed from the start, right?”

startled, you look back up again, and meet the wanderer’s gaze. you meet the wanderer’s gaze, and like all the times before, you know there’s no use in lying to him. not when he already suspects the truth. “i… yes.”

“and i assume you didn’t want me knowing because you didn’t think i liked you back?”

your silence is answer enough.

“well, you’re right.”

what.

what?

but then the wanderer cracks a smile, and he’s beside himself laughing: “oh, you should’ve seen the look on your face.”

“you’re the worst.” but now there’s a smile on your face, and you’re also laughing: at him, at your plan, at how despite your fears, the wanderer likes you back.

it makes you feel giddy, like you could spend the entire night laughing under the stars—and looking at the wanderer, now coming to sit next to you, you feel like you just might.

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relxion-kunp · 1 year

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Someone got hurt that morning.

I do drawing stream at Twitch,come visit sometime~ https://www.twitch.tv/relxion_kun

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captaincryolicious · 1 year

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trapped in misery...

...until he comes to save the day

➳ scaramouche x gn!reader

➳ oneshot ; 1.3k

➳ cw. fluff, hurt/comfort, y/n has no motivation to do anything, scara is ooc but idc i just wanted to write scara comfort

zep's note ; this is so self-indulgent that i'll probably take it down sooner or later heh

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The clock on your nightstand read two-point-eighteen pm.

Scintillating rays of the autumn sun filtered through the closed blinds, but through the change of seasons the strength and gentleness of the sun was fading, and they reached you no longer. All that seemed to reach you was an impending feeling of gloom, and you couldn’t shake it off.

Completely still, you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. At some point your thoughts had been running wild, one miserable thought following another, but by now your mind was empty and blank. It had been hours since you woke up, but your mind ran out of fuel and there was nothing left to think of. Yet, you didn’t move. You didn’t kick off your covers to get up and do something, even though that was probably the best thing to do right now. You couldn’t get yourself to do so, and you remained in bed idly, with no motivation or whatsoever to make a change to your current setting.

Oh, you could come up with plenty of things to do, that wasn’t the problem here. You could grab a book and read a little, get up and grab yourself something to eat, go outside to take a walk to feel better, tidy up your room to be productive, and so on. So many ideas, but they all lost their spark as soon as they popped up. It wasn’t laziness that kept you from acting, you were well aware. No, you wanted to do something, you wanted to get out of your current state, but nothing seemed promising enough to reel you out of that downward spiral. Nothing sparked your interest anymore, not even the things you usually loved to do.

It was one of those days.

With a sigh, you pulled the covers a little higher up to your chin. You were buried in your soft duvets comfortably, but discomfort still coursed through your being. You wanted to close your eyes and go to sleep, just so that this day was over. You were tired, so so so tired. You didn’t want to feel anymore. And it was still so early in the afternoon. You allowed yourself to curl up into a little ball of misery, your gaze finally straying away from the ceiling as your eyes fluttered close.

Darkness wrapped around you, literally and figuratively so.

“Y/N?” a voice filtered through the door, followed by a curt knock.

You recognized that voice, and your heart jumped a little. But you didn’t reply, your voice gave in. You couldn’t get yourself to speak so loudly to allow him inside, and you stared at the door with the everlasting sadness lingering in the pit of your stomach. You felt so useless, even something as simple as calling out was too much for you today.

“Whatever, I’m coming in,” you heard the person mutter, and the door opened. Scaramouche stepped into your room, merely a silhouette as the fickle rays of sunshine barely brought any light to your room. The blinds worked well to shroud your room in darkness.

Scaramouche was quiet for a while, you felt his eyes observing you as he connected the dots. You, surrounded by darkness, still in bed even though the day had progressed for a big portion already, not saying a word upon his arrival. That could only mean one thing, and he knew all too well.

“Y/N…” he spoke, his voice unusually gentle. “You’re doing it again.”

“I know,” you whispered.

“Can I open the blinds?” Scaramouche asked, though you knew he would do it anyway regardless of your answer.

“Go ahead,” you mumbled, not looking forward to the sea of light that would flood your room in a moment. As much as you despised the darkness, it was also strangely… comforting, but in a way that smothered you slowly.

You had to squint when the blinds no longer filtered out the sunlight from outside, and you pulled up the blankets to cover your face. Scaramouche was doing the right thing, you knew that much. Dwelling in the darkness wouldn’t get you anywhere, but you didn’t feel like being in the light either.

But your boyfriend knew what to do, so he acted confidently. After all, he had seen you in such a state too many times for his liking, and over time he figured out how to deal with it when you were about to drown in another episode of misery. Though you didn’t act like it, you were always relieved when Scaramouche interfered with those moments. There was nowhere to run when you ran from yourself, and he was your only escape.

“You really have to treat yourself better, Y/N,” he lightly scolded you, softly pulling the duvet down to reveal your doleful face. “You look miserable, but I know you’re stronger than this.”

“I’m tired of always being strong,” you quietly admitted. “I can’t do it anymore.”

“Shut up for a moment,” Scaramouche said, though his tone held no malice. “You say that as if you have to suffer alone. Don’t forget you have me by your side. I may be an ass who doesn’t know much about comforting you, but I’m trying my damn best and I will never let you down. Now scoot over.”

You did as he asked – or commanded – and made room for him to join you under the covers, like he always did when you were having a miserable day. He was cold, and his presence sent a chill down your spine. But it was a different kind of cold than the one that consumed you today, one that you grew to love. His inhuman form melted against you as he held you close, allowing you to snuggle up against him. Bad thoughts evaporated now that you had him near, his fingertips drawing circles on your back to distract you a little bit. You didn’t know what it was, but simply the idea of having him with you made you feel a lot better. Scaramouche wasn’t the nicest and warmest person, he could be quite harsh and blunt sometimes, but when he knew you needed him the most, he tried his very best to be your comfort.

And it worked.

“We’re going to make a plan for today, Y/N,” he started. “Staying in bed all day won’t help you.”

“Okay,” you muttered, playing absentmindedly with a strand of his violet hair.

“First, you’re going to try to eat a little,” Scaramouche began, still drawing little shapes on your back. “It doesn’t have to be much, just try it or I’ll have to force-feed you.” – you smiled a little, making a face at him – “Then we’re going out to do some grocery shopping and we’re going to treat you to something nice. As much as I hate to admit it, you know I can’t cook for shit so you’ll have to help me with that. Is that okay with you?”

You nodded. As much as you didn’t feel like doing anything, the idea of doing things together with Scaramouche made it a little easier to find motivation. He was right; staying in bed all day wouldn’t make you feel any better. Going out with him would. So many times had that been proven. You knew it would do you good. The male knew very well what you needed in moments like these. Him. It was as if he possessed magic, motivating you when nothing else could. This guy singlehandedly pierced through your misery as if it were nothing.

“It’s time to get up, Y/N,” he announced. “Can you do that for me?”

His cold fingers folded between yours as he got up and slowly helped you as well. You swung your feet over the edge of the mattress and rose, gaining a rare little smile from Scaramouche – one that made your heart swell with the smallest speck of joy. With your hand still in his, he guided you out of your room, away from your little pit of misery.

He did it again.

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twilyss · 2 years

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怖 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒 Wanderer & Faruzan

⋆ psd by: Legilia

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endlessskymaster · 4 months

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Happy Birthday, The Wanderer!

#the wanderer #genshin impact the wanderer #lumine #paimon #aether #genshin impact birthday #genshin impact web event #hoyoverse #hoyolab

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hopefully-helpful-daemon · 1 year

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The Traveler: i really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you guys have going on.

Scaramouche: it's not an act, it's just that I'm mean and Childe isn't

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favficbirthdays · 1 year

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Happy Birthday

The Wanderer (3rd January)

Genshin Impact

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ellenoir · 1 year

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Many, loudly and proudly: "SCARAMONA!"

I, softly from the back: "Wandalayla."

#so you get your Stars discourse plus a soft and grounding influence on The Wanderer #and Layla honestly baffling Wanderer could draw him in more #plus Sun Layla and Moon Layla #i just think they're neat #genshin impact #genshin impact layla #genshin impact the wanderer #genshin impact wanderer

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sleepy-razor · 2 years

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SCARA NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING

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kitkaloid · 4 months

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smallest mom in the world. very quick colors on a very old sketch

#Genshin Impact #Nahida #Wanderer #Scaramouche #原神 #artists on tumblr

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whoistartaglia · 1 year

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Hi!! I was wondering if I could enter your event?? (YJ LIKE LIKE the one w the love trope also GREAT picks yk?)

OKAY SO SO SO SOO I was curious about Scara (or Wanderer whatever Name you call him) x Reader with the “Love at first sight” trope?

(Also you have a LOVELY year and a splendid day!!)

thanks for the submission and thank you so much for your kind words!!

trope: love at first sight

including: scaramouche (the wanderer)

if you told scaramouche, the wanderer and former fatui harbinger, he would fall in love at first sight, he’d laugh at you and call you a fanatic daydreamer. but then he meets you, and all his notions of love at first sight and true love go out the window.

“did you place a curse on me?” scaramouche asks you. you’re spending a lazy afternoon together, doing nothing but laying on the couch and soaking in the sunshine filtering in from the window.

“no, not yet,” you say dismissively.

“are you sure?”

“yes? why?”

scaramouche sits up then. “because [name]. i literally, like—fell in love with you.

“so?” you ask. you give him a confused smile. “you couldn’t do that without me cursing you? is loving me really so bad?”

“yes.”

you give him a sour look.

scaramouche corrects himself: “i mean, no. i was just kidding—but not about that first part. i literally fell head over heels for you the first moment i met you. how else is that possible?”

you tilt your head to the side, thinking. “maybe i’m just so naturally amazing that you couldn’t help it.”

“or i was cursed.”

“hey!”

scaramouche holds his hands up defensively. “just kidding…“

“no divine intervention brought us together,” you affirm. scaramouche doesn’t respond, content to lay back down and soak in more sunlight. what he doesn’t tell you is that no, you’re wrong, it was definitely divine intervention that caused you two to fall in love—a blessing from celestia herself.

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k-eke · 1 month

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Genshin impact but ... cats!

#animation #animated #gif #genshin impact #fanart #neuvillette #Wanderer #Nahida #Furina #april fool's day

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captaincryolicious · 1 year

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Your grumpy neighbor

➳ Scaramouche x gn!reader (ft. friend Kazuha)

➳ Bulleted fic + Drabbles ; 3.8k

➳ Enemies to lovers ; Cursing, Scara being mean

You weren't expecting your new neighbor would be such an ass, but things take an interesting turn when you get to know him a little better. [06.11.2022]

Zep's Note ; This fic is mostly written while I fought a sudden writer's block lol. Also thanks to @kaewrlds for the idea of grumpy neighbor Scara!

[Part two] Dating your grumpy neighbor

It was as if a sharp breeze pulled through the poorly isolated hallway of the condo building you moved in yesterday. You shuddered, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you waited for a response from your new neighbor. It was minutes ago that you had knocked on the door to the left of yours, carrying a tattered plate with the number eleven engraved on it. So far you heard nothing that implied a sign of life. Maybe they weren't home? You'd wait for another minute and if they still didn't answer the door, you'd come back tomorrow.

There were a lot of exciting things about moving. A new beginning, a new adventure to indulge in, new surroundings to turn into a place you'd call home, and maybe the most exciting of all; new neighbors to meet.

You were not done unpacking yet and far from being settled, but you just wanted to make your presence known to the other people who lived in the building with you. After resorting to eeny meeny miny moe you opted for the neighbor who lived to your left. Though you weren't sure whether to dread or look forward to meeting the others, you knew it had to be done.

You glanced around the deserted hallway, and the door to your apartment looked inviting. You had much better things to do than waiting there in front of your neighbor's door, and it seemed that you were wasting your time.

As you were about to walk away, the door suddenly flew open, revealing a male with a violet gaze that held naught but annoyance.

"How long did you plan on standing in front of my door?" he asked, raising a brow. Oh, it was so clear that he was judging you!

"How do you even–" you began, taken aback by his aggravated demeanor.

"There's a peephole in the door, blind ass."

Ouch. This meeting was going absolutely terrible. Barely two sentences into your first conversation ever and he was already calling you names. You wanted nothing but to retreat to your room and pretend it never happened, but you had to stick up for yourself here. You straightened your composure, offering the angry male a hesitant smile.

"It's not like that," you explained hastily. "I'm Y/N, I moved into the apartment next to yours yesterday."

Realization seemed to dawn upon him, and the sheer annoyance in his eyes diminished just a little. Still, he looked at you with a scowl.

"Oh, I've heard. You're the talk of the day." He narrowed his eyes at you, cold and inhospitable. "I don't really care, though. Don't bother me."

With those final words, he slammed the door shut. The wind that came with the gesture's velocity picked at your hair, and you stood there with wide eyes. What on Earth just happened? You were frozen momentarily, your feet riveted to the ground as your mind went wild. You felt upset, angry even, but most of all you felt ashamed and you had no idea why. You had nothing to be ashamed of, right? All you did was reach out to your new neighbor like any normal person would.

"What an ass," you scoffed.

"Don't mind him, he's always like that," a voice rang from behind you, and you turned around to find another male standing there. He offered you a friendly smile, a stark contrast to the grimace you faced barely a minute ago. "His name is Scaramouche. No one really interacts with him."

"Oh," you said.

"I'm Kazuha, by the way," the guy then introduced himself, still wearing a calm smile. "I think I live to your right."

You felt a wave of relief. This guy looked nice and a lot easier to get along with, and you were happy that you had at least one neighbor you could see yourself getting along with.

"I'm Y/N," you replied, reciprocating his smile.

Kazuha ended up being your first friend in your apartment building. He offered to help you unpack that evening, and you got a lot of work done and you discovered that he lived up to the first impression you had of him. He was nice and easygoing, friendly and warm.

You even ended up forgetting about your brief yet menacing encounter with your other neighbor.

But it all came back the moment you saw him again, walking ahead of you towards the entrance of the building. You lowered your pace, afraid to be as much as seen by the guy.

Scaramouche was his name, wasn't it?

Was it true what Kazuha had told you about no one really interacting with him? Well, he kind of had it coming with an attitude like that, but you couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't feeling lonely if no one reached out to him here in the building. People needed social interactions at least to some extent, right?

After that realization, you couldn't really get him off your mind anymore. In your head, you started to make up excuses for his rude behavior – which was wrong, you knew that. Yet, it happened automatically, and after a while you were convinced he had to have his reasons for acting like a total douche.

"Has he always been like that?" you asked Kazuha one day, curiosity getting the best of you.

"For as long as he lives here," came the reply. "No one has ever seen him act remotely nice."

You pushed aside the thoughts that followed. You weren't going to speculate, for with speculations came assumptions and you did not want to make any.

Instead you kept him on your mind silently, your eyes following him whenever you saw him inside or around the apartment complex. He had a massive resting bitch face – like, if looks could kill, you wouldn't stand a chance – but you had to admit he was really pretty regardless.

Sharp and fine features and a gaze of vivid violet, with bangs in a dark shade of deep purple tickling his forehead and curtaining his eyes. If only his face wasn't contorted in a nasty scowl most of the time.

Just like Kazuha told you, you never saw him interact with any of the other residents, nor did you ever exchange a word with him after your awful encounter that one day. That was probably for the better, but you couldn't help but feel a certain pull every time you noticed Scaramouche was near.

You thoroughly wondered why?? He had been nothing but absolutely mean to you so you had no idea what was going on. Why did he intrigue you that much? You weren't exactly happy with the speck of infatuation.

Kazuha, with his keen eye, noticed your inner debates regarding your very grumpy neighbor but decided not to comment on it.

Get off my mind, Scaramouche, you mentally cursed more than once. No one interacted with him and that was for a good reason. He was an ass, so you too should have nothing to do with him.

You started to ignore his presence, even more so than before. You no longer stole any glances at him nor did you offer him much room in your thoughts. What do you mean, grumpy neighbor? The apartment next to yours might as well have been empty.

Well, you tried to think so, but it wasn't all that easy. His pretty face seemed engraved into your mind, so much that you were close to forgiving him for being such an ass that time. But you didn't want to give in so easily so you tried to ignore him even harder.

Until you heard a loud crash coming from the apartment to your left, followed by a string of curses that filtered easily through the thin walls. How could you ignore that?

You fled from your apartment, hardly bothering to close the door behind you as you stepped into the hallway. The door to your left was wide open, and you hesitantly approached to peek inside, wanting to find out what happened next door. Was Scaramouche okay? It certainly didn't sound like he was.

"Hello?" you called out, your fingertips grazing the surface of the door as you pondered whether or not to push it open further. "Scaramouche?"

"What do you want," he grunted, his voice strained.

"I heard a noise," you explained worriedly, finally making up your mind and stepping inside. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," the male spat, eyes widening when he caught you entering his apartment. "Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing? Get out."

He didn't look fine. Scaramouche sat on the ground, his face in a pained grimace as he tightly gripped onto his ankle. A few boxes lay scattered around him, and it wasn't hard to figure out what happened. Obviously, he tripped over something while carrying those boxes inside and hurt his ankle.

"You don't look like you can get up on your own," you dryly commented, not making any motion to approach the guy on the floor yet.

Scaramouche stubbornly tried, but as soon as he put his weight on his ankle, he sunk back to the floor with a pained grunt. He seemed to be in too much pain to move around properly, but you weren't sure if you could get him so far to let you help him. You simply stood there, watching how he tried again to prove that he didn't need you. But he didn't succeed, and the annoyance in his eyes was burning as he looked at you.

"Fine, I can't get up," he admitted briskly. "Are you just gonna stand there and watch me suffer?"

"You make it very tempting," you replied, fighting a teasing grin. Maybe it wasn't smart to set him off even more but you couldn't resist.

"Okay," he breathed out, the look in his eyes close to being absolutely malicious now. "Can you please help me up and get to a chair?"

"Of course," you chirped, now flashing him a smile.

Though you tried to come off as confident as you approached the male, your pulse was racing at this point. Not only did you feel like you were walking straight into the lion's den, but you were also in the direct vicinity of the guy you found pretty for the first time. Everybody knew he was hard to get along with – if one could even get along with him to begin with – so you had no idea what to expect.

You reached out your hand for him to take, and you were quite surprised when he took it. His expression was grim, merging into one laced with pain as you helped him to his feet. He wasn't tall, so he wasn't too heavy either. It went quite swiftly and before you knew it, the male stood next to you, leaning onto you for the support he direly needed. That was only phase one, now you still had to get him to his chair.

Hesitant, you draped one of his arms over your shoulder to support him as much as you could. Your free hand went to Scaramouche's waist to make it a little easier for the both of you, but you very well realized the sort-of intimacy of your current position. It meant nothing, you reminded yourself, as you slowly brought the violet-haired male to the living room. He limped next to you without a word, which you were grateful for. You weren't ready for any snarky remarks, or else you would deadass drop him to the floor and leave him be.

Pretty boy or not, you had your boundaries.

Relief washed over you when his weight shifted off your shoulders as he sank into a comfy-looking chair. He wasn't all that heavy, but you weren't used to dragging around a grown person.

He refused to look at you, and you took the opportunity to study his ankle. There wasn't much to see, though, especially since you knew next to nothing about matters related to anything medical. You had no idea how to help him.

"I'm not good with first aid," you admitted.

"I didn't ask for first aid," came the snarky reply.

Right, that was the final straw. If he was that adamant on avoiding your nice gestures, you would gladly oblige and leave him alone. You got up, forcing your worries to the back of your mind and giving him an icy look.

"Well then, good luck."

With those words, you walked away from him, leaving his apartment and shutting the door behind you with a thud that was a little too loud. What a little shit, you thought. All you did was being nice – though you had absolutely no reason to do so – and he still acted like an ass. You started to see why no one at the complex bothered to interact with him. Scratch that, you knew all along but you still gave him the benefit of the doubt because you are too nice.

"What was that all about?" Kazuha asked as you ran into him in the hallway. He looked between you and Scaramouche's door curiously.

"I should've left him on the floor," you muttered, unlocking your apartment and getting inside, leaving your friend behind with a confused expression.

You didn't want anything to do with Scaramouche.

You stayed true to your word.

Ever since that moment, you didn't give two shits about the rude male anymore.

You had explained everything to Kazuha the day after – who was surprised just as much as he was amused – and you swore to never speak his name out loud again. Actually, you didn't even want to think about him anymore but that was quite a challenge since he lived next door.

And of course you couldn't help but wonder how he solved the problem with his ankle. It seemed quite serious; he couldn't even stand on it and you were pretty sure he needed at least a little medical assistance. But you always dismissed the thought with a huff. His wellbeing was no longer your concern. Your offer to help was rudely declined by him so you shouldn't care about it anymore.

Which was easier said than done.

You didn't see him for a few days, but then you saw him limping through the hallways again. While you swiftly ignored him on the surface, your heartbeat picked up regardless. Though you didn't look at him, you felt his violet eyes on you.

Why did he even bother to look at you?

It made the heat rise up to your cheeks, so you sped up and beelined away from him.

And with that, he was on your mind again.

It was so unfair!

Eventually you complained to Kazuha, and for your sake he would pretend that he didn't catch on long ago.

Stupid Scaramouche, you told your friend. Such an ass but you couldn't get him off your mind and he was so annoyingly pretty!? You couldn't stand it.

You just had to live with him being on your mind so much. It had to be because you disliked him so much, right? Your dismay towards him was so strong that you thought about him almost the entire time. That had to be it. At least you had a valid explanation now.

Oh, Kazuha would be so amused when you present him your reasoning. But he'd hide it, smiling knowingly behind his hand. He totally knows what's up lol.

There was this one day about a week after the incident and you were doing something, your neighbor blissfully off your mind for a brief moment. You found peace!

Your peace was interrupted when someone knocked on your door. Expecting Kazuha, you got up to open it, only to find someone completely unexpected there.

"Scaramouche?" you blinked. You fought the urge to slam the door shut in his face, too intrigued by his sudden and surprising visit. Why on Earth was he on your doorstep?

"Y/N," he greeted curtly, avoiding his eyes.

A silence fell. It was so awkward. You sucked in a breath inaudibly, your eyes searching the hallway so you didn't have to look at him. What was he even doing here?

"Can I come in?" he asked after a while, his voice so obviously full of aversion.

You tilted your head, not understanding what he was getting at. Was he for real? He couldn't seriously be requesting that, right?

"Why would I let you in?" you inquired.

"Gee, nevermind then," the male retaliated. He was about to turn around, but that didn't sit quite well with you either.

"No wait, come in."

Boy, you were glad you cleaned your apartment the day before. It was still tidy, while it had been quite a mess at first. You'd be terribly ashamed if Scaramouche would see your apartment like that. Even now, with everything being spic and span, you felt awfully self-conscious as he followed you quietly into your living room.

"Uh, take a seat," you awkwardly offered. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"No," Scaramouche replied curtly.

"Then what do you want?" you asked, taking a seat on the other side of the living room. "Why are you here?"

"Because I have two things to say," the violet-haired male explained. "Sorry and thank you. Now I'm going to leave again."

He genuinely looked like he was about to get up, and you shook your head vigorously.

"No you're not. Elaborate."

Scaramouche muttered something under his breath, leaning back into his seat a little. He looked ill at ease, just like you did when you were in his apartment.

"Sorry for being an ass and thank you for looking after me that day," he mumbled, and the laminate flooring suddenly seemed very interesting to him.

Wow. You weren't expecting that. When Scaramouche showed up on your doorstep you were kind of expecting some sort of scolding for entering his house uninvited or something like that, and not at all had you foreseen an apology and words of gratitude to spill from his lips – albeit very gruffly. The malice in his violet gaze was absent just as much, and you realized; he came in peace today.

"It's such a pain," he suddenly began, finally resting a glare upon you. "It's like you cursed me. You barged in totally uninvited and you did the same in my mind. Ic can't fucking stop thinking about it and it's your fault. Do something about it, Y/N."

There was the much expected scolding, but it wasn't at all about what you could've possibly imagined. It made your eyes widen in shock as you looked at the male and it was as if your poor heart skipped a few beats. Was he for real? He had to be messing with you, right? There was no way he was in the same boat as you were. But the look in his eyes told something different, as if he actually held you responsible for his problem. A problem you struggled with just as much.

"What am I supposed to do about that?" you asked incredulously. "It's not like I can help it that you think about me so often."

But then there was the wave of relief, when you came to realize that you also pestered his mind continuously just as much as he pestered yours. You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up your throat; the situation was just funny to you.

"What do you think about me then?" you pried.

"That's none of your concern," the male replied defensively, looking at you as if you had lost your mind. "Why would I tell you that?"

"Because I have exactly the same problem," you admitted. "You're also on my mind permanently and it's annoying me to no end."

He was scrutinizing you now, his narrow eyes resting on you for long seconds. It was as if he was trying to peel your thoughts about him from your mind, and it genuinely felt like he could see straight into your soul. He had such a piercing gaze, one of enchanting violet. His eyes were stupidly pretty, just like the rest of his face. Curses, your cheeks grew red under his gaze.

You laughed it off, trying to lighten the tense mood that hung in the air between you. This situation made no sense, yet at the same time it did.

"You think about me and I think about you," you joked. "Hah, maybe we should just date already."

It was such a bad joke, and you cringed after blurting it out like that. You had a feeling that if you made a fool out of yourself in front of Scaramouche, he wouldn't let you hear the end of it. You just did, making a stupid remark, and you peeked at his face to see his reaction. Why did you even say that? You wanted to bury your face in the palm of your hands in shame.

"Are you an idiot? We barely know each other," he replied, his brows knitting together into a frown.

"That's what you're concerned about?" you said, disbelief surging through your being. "I thought you would freak out and leave my apartment with a string of profanities."

Silence.

"Uh, well, I know we don't know each other but that can be fixed," you hesitantly added. Scaramouche's face was unreadable, and you didn't know how to interpret his frown.

"Fine," Scaramouche growled. "Meet me this Saturday at two pm at the cafe down the street. Your treat since meeting up was your idea."

You barely had time to process what he was saying, as he got up and limped away. You sat frozen, hearing the sound of your front door opening and closing again.

Your mind was blank, just as much as it was racing at the same time. Complicated things were going on inside your head, all revolving around the fact that you had a date with the neighbor you thought you despised so much? When did the matters turn so rapidly? Out of all things that could possibly happen, this was an outcome you never had even dared to dream of.

A date? With Scaramouche? Unbelievable.

Your body was rigid with all sorts of feelings as you got up. Excitement was one of them, and you mentally cursed yourself. It was as if your mind was betraying you; you were supposed to dislike him and here you were. You had a date with him in four days. It was such a strange turn of events, and you struggled to properly grasp it all. Butterflies created a whirlwind in your stomach as you left your living room behind.

You had to tell Kazuha.

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