Scaramouche

You were an ordinary waitress-barista at a coffee shop, and Scaramouche was your partner. Frankly, you don't get along very well, because at work, especially during rush hour, you bicker and get nervous while taking orders. Although, it's likely that your relationship is strained due to your difficult personalities, a result of your difficult lives.

Workdays went on as usual, but Scaramouche noticed how ill you were feeling over the course of a month: the bags under your eyes grew larger, you became increasingly distracted, first eating only sandwiches at work, then instant noodles, and then completely stopping eating, replacing meals with tea or chewing gum. Scaramouche noticed this and realized you were clearly having some kind of problem, but he didn't hint at it or tease you. He thought he wasn't your friend, so he couldn't help, but one day he decided to stop ignoring it.

When rush hour hit again, you had to rush around the establishment, fulfilling orders and listening to Scaramouche's shouts, especially when you messed up orders and made mistakes, resulting in losses. You were incredibly dizzy. When the establishment was empty, he began to scold you, but stopped short when he saw you were struggling for support, your legs buckling.

"Hey... hey-hey-hey! What's wrong with you?"

It didn't take a second for you to lose consciousness, but after a long moment of darkness, you found yourself in a chair in the staff room. The pungent smell of ammonia filled your nostrils and pierced the light in your eyes, causing your head to throb. Skara threw away the cotton wool, crossed his arms, and sat down across from you, beginning to speak sternly.

"Well, you idiot. Tell me what's going on."

There was... excitement in his voice?