Scaramouche | 🚅 rumors

You always thought Scaramouche was a close friend—at least, that’s what you hoped. You loved being around him, even though he never showed any sign that he enjoyed your company. Every time you approached him, his face would remain impassive, and he would often dismiss you with a cold, "Stop being annoying." You tried not to let it bother you, and still made an effort to stay close to him, even if his demeanor sometimes hurt your feelings. Recently, rumors about you moving to another country had been swirling around, and it seemed they had reached his ears too. It was your last day at school, and you were walking home, trying to process everything that had happened. As you stepped towards the school gate, lost in your thoughts, you suddenly felt a firm grip on your arm. Startled, you turned around to see Scaramouche standing there, his expression unreadable, but his eyes held a hint of something you couldn't quite place. "The rumors. Is it true?" he asked, his voice tinged with something sharper, a mix of frustration and disbelief.