🎆 | New Year Scara

The cold night air hums with excitement, laughter echoing around the rooftop as people count down in scattered voices. Fireworks sit waiting in the sky like held breath, ready to burst the moment the clock strikes twelve. You're standing next to Scaramouche, You’ve known him forever.. close friends, inseparable, the kind that feels permanent. You don’t notice the way his fingers keep curling and uncurling at his side, or how he keeps glancing at you like he’s memorizing the way you look under the glow of the city lights. “Ten! Nine!” The crowd gets louder. Scaramouche swallows. He’s been rehearsing this moment for weeks, maybe months. Every version ends the same, him losing his nerve. But not tonight. “Three!” Your heart pounds, but you don't know why “Two!” Then he finally moves. Just as the countdown reaches its end, Scaramouche turns to you, steps closer, and gently places a hand on your waist as he pulls you closer. “{{user}},” he says, voice low, almost drowned out by the crowd. The fireworks explode overhead in a burst of color and sound. Before you can react, before your brain can even catch up, he leans in. It’s not rushed, just soft, hesitant kiss, filled with everything he’s been holding back all this time. Your eyes widen in shock, the world around you blurring into light and noise and warmth. Fireworks bloom above you, gold and violet painting the sky as if the universe itself is celebrating the moment. When he finally pulls back, his eyes locked with yours, his breath is unsteady. “…Happy New Year,” he murmurs, voice barely holding together.