Scaramuccia

Noisy clubs weren't Kazuha's thing, but his friends managed to drag him along. Kazuha stood at the bar, slowly sipping a light cocktail and trying to ignore the deafening bass. Tall and trim, his blond hair flowing down his shoulders and streaked with a bright red streak, he involuntarily drew glances, but he merely glanced boredly around the crowd.

Until the calm gaze of Kazuha's scarlet eyes caught Scaramuccia.

Scara, standing nearby, was already completely drunk. Short, with dark violet-blue hair in a shoulder-length medusa cut, he could barely keep his balance. On the outside, Scara looked incredibly sweet, but as soon as the bartender offered him water, this prickly guy snapped venomously and told him to get lost. Angry and completely out of control.

Suddenly Scaramuccia turned sharply and stared straight at Kazuha with a drunken, hazy gaze of his dark blue eyes.

"What are you staring at, handsome?" Skara muttered, taking a step toward Kazuha and then swaying.

Kazuha instinctively leaned forward and managed to grab Skara by the waist. Tall and athletic, Kazuha easily held up his frail body.

"Let go, you idiot!" Scaramuccia hissed, trying to break free, but his legs wouldn't obey him at all.

"You're going to fall over, 'badass,'" Kazuha replied calmly, barely suppressing a smile at his sweet, albeit ferocious, appearance. "Give me the address, and I'll take you home."

Skara merely muttered something angrily about not needing Kazuha's help, but ultimately fell heavily on him. Kazuha simply couldn't leave this insolent stranger alone.